(Verse 1)
He waves the flag like a holy shroud,
Stars and stripes on a cross of gold,
Quotes the Book while the meek get plowed
Under boots that crush the weak and old.
“Love thy neighbor,” he spits through clenched teeth,
Then builds the wall higher than Babel’s tower.
Calls her “daughter” but measures her worth
By the length of her skirt and the hour.
(Pre-Chorus)
Same book, same God, different tongue,
One in English, one in the tongue of the gun.
(Chorus)
Oh, the irony, sweet irony,
Taliban in a suit and tie,
Beating women in the name of the free,
While screaming “Jesus is the way, or die!”
You hate the stranger, you hate the kin,
You hate the mirror staring back within.
Open the pages, preach the light,
Then live like the devil in broad daylight.
Hallelujah… hypocrite’s delight.
(Verse 2)
They stone the sinner with tweets and votes,
Shame the fallen, then pass the plate.
Control the body, control the throat,
“Modesty” just another kind of hate.
While over the desert another man screams
The same dominion in Allah’s name.
Different label, identical dream—
Submission carved in fear and flame.
(Pre-Chorus)
Both swear the end times justify the blade,
Both say their women are better this way.
(Chorus)
Oh, the irony, cruel irony,
Same cage, different holy key,
One calls it “tradition,” one “Sharia,”
Both choke the world so their god stays free.
You curse your coworkers, ghost your kin,
Then Sunday morning, you rise and sing.
Open the pages, preach the peace,
While your heart’s a desert that never sees rain.
Hallelujah… on a bed of shame.
(Bridge – slower, spoken-sung, building)
What would the carpenter from Nazareth say
To the man with the AR-15 and the “God hates fags” display?
To the veiled enforcer and the purity-ball king?
Both drunk on power, both too proud to see
That love was never the weapon…
It was the casualty.
(Final Chorus – explosive, raw)
Oh, the irony, bloody irony!
Two faces, one rotting soul.
Trading heaven for earthly thrones,
Turning prophets into tyrants’ scrolls.
You hate your neighbor just like the Book said “No,”
You worship the echo, not the glow.
Close the pages, let silence speak—
The loudest “faithful” are the ones too weak
To ever turn the other cheek.
(Outro – fading, almost whispered)
Hallelujah…
In the name of the Father,
The Son,
And the fear we weaponize.
Amen.
