There is no place or grace, for all the human race br The race of will, to race and kill br As anger fills and kills the thrill br br That we hold near and dear, we cherished children fear br The wraith of God, the wraith of man br The wraith of future shines the plan br br That we can maul it all, from front to back we saw br The answer here, the answer there br And never thought to question where br br Did anger’s state of hate, combined collaborate br That one is right, and powering br Then one will fight for might to sing br br The battle long of song, dividing right from wrong br The death of you, the death of me br The death of us for all to see br br No one can own this bone, together we’re alonebr br Paul Moosbergbr br