I fire my malice into the crowd Dispersing empty shells onto the ground Screaming as I sling my rosary Into the noose it has became to be I cannot monitor I cannot mute the screams I cannot recall the day That I broke free from my arrows and slings This power hungry nation of fools Applies fabric of war to line the pockets of greed We lean on the broken bones of their simplicity And taunt the Jihad as we spit in the face of God Blasphemy I cannot mute the screams I cannot recall the day That I broke free from my arrows and slings We fight for the right to inhale We fight for the right to abort We fight for the right just to pray And these rights they will never extort I cannot monitor I cannot mute the screams I cannot recall the day That I broke free from my arrows and slings
sling, mute, arrow, monitor, recall