Savages

You're savages, he knows you are
 Do you not think that god is looking down?
 On you savages. the children run, to mothers
 You put bullets in their backs
 Ah cowards, can you not see
 Do you not think that love is coming down?
 You have no gods, they have all disowned you
 You have no love, so you take it out on
 People's lives in progress
 That's what keeps you going when you're savages
 Savages, you can dress it up
 Give it a name and a fancy uniform
 And a flag to fly to hide behind
 Can you not see the truth that's on the ground
 You have no love
 It has all gone cold on you
 You never have, so you take it out on
 Those whose love is growing
 That's what you hate most, when you're savages
 Do you not see the love is coming down?