Testo Muddy Hands

A child caught with muddy hands
A termite mound with bigger plans
We stormed the beach and saved the land
But it turns out it was only sand

Wet with blood from other gods
We rallied all our wearied squads
With tired eyes and patient nods We asked the Lord for better odds

Peace, be still
Weve been this way before
Peace, be still
Well go this way again

The Son of God stood up and said
Love will carve the path ahead
So we tied him up and shot him dead
And put his name on our guns instead