Your face is not virtue
Your affection is deceit
Your pride, that's bigotry
It's tragedy in a cheap disguise
So let's load up on shame
So many targets for us to blame
For our misery

No more fictions, no more flags
No more faith, no more pride
It's just a game to them
So let's load up on shame
So many victims for us to blame
But keep selling your faith, stay on your side
But your imaginary friends and your imaginary lines
Have bodycounts

Oh, we really picked sides, didn't we?
Where's this pride coming from anyway?
We didn't really pick sides
We are born into this, we are born
We're born that way

Pick your gods, pick your sides
Choose some labels, choose some lines
Pick your gods, pick your sides
We're selling tickets
Yeah, we're selling tickets for the end of time
Choose some labels, choose some lines
Pick your gods, pick your sides
We're selling tickets, we're selling tickets
Yeah, we're selling tickets for the end of time
Get 'em while they last
Good luck

So let's set fire to these symbols of pride
Someone, someone
Get me a match

All the books, the books have been lying
When the truth has been hiding
Because the facts we've been smoking
Are broken thoughts that we choke on
When they get stuck in the back of our throats

No more gods, no more countries
No more lines in the sand
No more blood, no more blood
No more blood on our hands
No more gods, no more countries
No more pride in our flags
No more blood, no more blood
No more blood on our hands

No more gods
No more countries
No more blood, no more blood
No more blood on—