• Follow all that has been told,
    can't break free, can't break the mold,
    No one else's hand to hold,
    Reasoning is tagged and sold.

    Remember back to 9-11,
    a hundred angels flew to heaven,
    spread their wings for the very first time
    and never got to say goodbye.

    "Where am I? Am I dead?"
    "Am I crazy in the head?"
    "Where is God?"
    "Where is my dad?"
    Looking for the nearest answer
    didn't think to take a peek
    at the earth beneath the ashes,
    answers hidden underneath.

    An arrow from the soul
    pierced the towers built from coal,
    the God, which came to save us,
    Being used to take control!
    Saddam took up His visage
    and some answered His call,
    some hoped to see us suffer,
    some hoped to see us fall.

    Until this problem's ended,
    I won't trust another leader
    who invokes the name of God
    like a juggler in his theater,
    performing tricks to get a reaction
    from his own allying faction.

    Some may call it cynicism,
    some may call it cold,
    some may call it false.
    I call it skidmarks on the soul.