Piece Of God

Now

You are a piece of God

You can hunt, you can save

You can prop, you can rate

You can create and mutilate

You can numb

You have the hand of God

To manufacture slaves

To advise defeats and

Decompose the flame

Now

You are a piece of God

You have the heart of God

To bless the world with spites

To magnify the grief

And narcotize the time

You have a hand and

You have a heart

To get a war

You got the war

With the same warrant that gave you might

You must never be true

For the same warrant that gave you might

You should hide the whys

You got the war

With the same warrant that gave you might

I must never trust

For the same warrant that gave you might

I should always doubt