Blessed Are The Land-mines Lyrics - Brave Saint Saturn

Blessed are the land-mines 

Stretched across the desert floor 

God, bless the hands that formed them 

Filled their shrapnel hearts with war 

May You bless the companies 

The goose that laid the golden egg 

May they make a million more 

Blowing off a million legs 

Blessed are the black-tongued ravens 

Substituting fear for reason 

To hate war is to hate us 

If you love peace, then you must love treason 

Beat your plowshares into swords 

Beat your pulpits, turn your tables 

Blessed are the hand-grenades 

Bless the church who rattles sabers 

This house, is burning 

This poison still is worming 

This temple, will cave in 

There's nothing here worth saving 

Nail the gold up to the altar 

Like Ahab taunts his crew to war 

Blessed are the shareholders 

Lack of faith is for the poor 

Hold your wallets to the sky 

A temple built to soothe yourself 

Blessed is the church who tries 

To help you build your blessed wealth