I don't care
All about the things you said that were objective
Buried in my mind
It's a lie
What you told me straight to my face and you live it
I tell you all the time
Unaware
You don't care
Unaware, unaware
Bombs will drop
And the kids bearing crosses will see their last day
The talmud turns a page
They will laugh
And help build the third temple bringing forth their god
As prophecy takes place
They're so wrong
How terrible
He will come
Eschaton