Don’t Want Your Holy War

Headlines on the kitchen table

Coffee's cold, my hands are not

Every channel selling carnage

Every leader looks like rot

Static faces, sharpened slogans

Painted pride and plastic flags

Grandpa's records in the corner

Sing about a world we never had

I don't want your holy war

I don't want your chosen sides

Tearing up the map again

While we just watch it burn online

I remember years before

Or maybe it's a dream I made

Peace was just a rumor then

Now it's ashes on the evening news again

Kids draw tanks in crayon colors

Teacher says, "That's just the way"

Every playground game gets twisted

Into who we have to hate today

Scroll until my eyes are screaming

Every comment cracks a vein

I am just a ghost with wifi

Raging in a tiny window frame

I don't want your holy war

I don't want your chosen sides

Tearing up the map again

While we just watch it burn online

I remember years before

Or maybe it's a dream I made

Peace was just a rumor then

Now it's ashes on the evening news again

Was it ever gentle?

Was it ever kind?

Or were we just too young

To see the landmines?

If every flag is burning

Tell me what is left

But strangers holding strangers

In the wreck, in the wreck (hey)

I don't want your holy war

I don't want your chosen sides

Tearing up the map again

While we just watch it burn online

I remember years before

Or maybe it's a dream I made

If peace is just a rumor now

I'll scream it like a prayer into the flame