Staring down the barrel of a gun

Even when we die, the battle isn't won

I've asked myself this question

Now I'm questioning you

How can you speak of love

When your breath smells like hate

If love and grace isn't for all

I'd rather be a sinner and take the fall

I heard of a beautiful place

Of unrestrained love, they called it grace

You dare take it and you keep it into yourself

If heaven is for people like you, I'd rather go to hell

How can you speak of love

When your breath smells like hate

If love and grace isn't for all

I'd rather be a sinner and take the fall