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—