Primal Fear

What in heaven's name has made you
Spit on human life
Your promised razor blade
Has turned into a blunt bread knife
You miss the terrorists
While you start killing innocent
You leave a trace of blood
And shame across the land
You're on your way,
And you burn the crossed bridges
From what you have started
There is no return
Once been protector
Now you've turned to a slaughterer
How can you sleep