He-ya. He-ya. I´m not sure who´s fooling who here, As I´m watching your decay. We both know you could deflate a seven hurricane. Seems like you and your tribe,
Decided you´d rewrite the law, Segregate the mind from body from soul.
You give me yours, I´ll give you mine. ´Cause I can look your God right in the eye... You give me yours, I´ll give you mine. You used to look my God right in the eye. He-ya.
I believe in defending in what we once stood for. It seems in vogue to be a closet misogynist homophobe. A change of course in our direction, A dash of truth spread thinly... Like a flag on a popstar, on a Benzodiazapene.
You give me yours, I´ll give you mine.
´Cause I can look your God right in the eye... You give me yours, I´ll give you mine. You used to look my God right in the eye. He-ya.
Oh, Zion please remove your glove, And dispel every trace of His spoken word, That has lodged in my vortex.
I´m not sure who´s fooling who here, As I´m watching our decay. We both know you could deflate a seven hurricane. You could have spared her- oh, but no, Messiahs need people dying in their name... You could have spared her- oh, but no, Messiahs need people dying in their name. You say, "I ordered you a pancake..." He-ya.