Justicia - Byzantine

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 mute the screams

I cannot recall the day

That I broke free from my arrows and slings