Terrorist Wackos

They're wearin' robes, wearin' flags, wearin' masks and fake mustaches

Screamin' on the corners, lightin' matches in the ashes

Buildin' little kingdoms outta Facebook threads

While the world keeps spinnin' and the good folks bled

They talk like prophets, act like gods

Quotein' manifestos, bloated blogs

Preachin' peace while packin' heat

With no damn clue what makes us meet

Terrorist wackos, left and right

Hidin' their rage behind holy light

Can't love a soul, can't take a joke

They'd rather hang ya than hear you spoke

They think their tribe is heaven-sent

But it's just pride and discontent

Truth don't fit in their parade

So they burn it down with a smug grenade

You got bunker boys with prepper plans

And doomsday dreams in desert lands

You got new-age queens who hex the moon

And Luddites singin' 'bout the end too soon

Muslim martyrs, crypto freaks

Leftist zealots with blood on cheeks

Right-wing cowboys with war tattoos

All pointin' fingers at the other crew

Terrorist wackos, hear the call

They think they're savin' us all

But they can't forgive and they can't reflect

They just reject, project, and deflect

Love's too slow and grace too soft

So they strap their cause to a Molotov

Truth gets trampled under boots

Of ideologues in tailored suits

Ain't no side got a patent on sin

When you hate the world just to win

If you can't admit you might be wrong

You're just a new verse in the same ol' song

You ain't a warrior, you're a scared little kid

Lookin' for purpose in the things you did

But burnin' bridges don't make you brave

It just makes more names to put in the grave

Terrorist wackos in every camp

Proud and loud with a martyr's stamp

No time for love, no taste for grace

Just a big ol' grin on a vengeful face

They wanna save us, but not with care

They'll chain your soul to their cross to bear

So pour one out for the heart they lack

And pray they never come marchin' back

Yeah, wave your flag and bang your drum

But when the dust clears what've we become?