Holy War

You and yourself are a holy war A happy pain you won’t ignore You and yourself are a holy war You won’t believe your family as you trust the air A system of love and hate that you think is fair A blissful struggle at your core You and yourself are a holy war You listen hungrily to generations of lies Only to tell me that your very own hands are tied As you live in death just like a chore You and yourself are a holy war Your son is gay and can’t follow the path That you think you know will avoid God’s wrath So you blindly see the only open door But it makes you a vicious holy war Your family is suffering under the weight Of the misunderstanding that simply is hate But you choose to be forced to follow, this god you swore For whom you fight righteously a holy war