Lyrics:
of hatred and rage
With them warriors of peace
Warriors of peace
I’ll beat swords into plowshares today
Look out you who are leading from darkness
Who ride
people
Share your pain
Yield your struggle
You'll yield your struggle
I said
Beat those swords into plowshares
Or better yet, musical instruments
La la la
to the dead
Beat swords into plowshares
and grain into bread
We howl at the moonlight
Until we've been fed
And take bitter pills with a smile
It happens once in
race, every gender
Beat our swords into plowshares on the anvil of a pure heart
We gotta have honest answers and the courage to take our chances
air-speed velocity, a
swallow needs to beat its wings 43 times every second, right?
ARTHUR: Please!
GUARD #1: Am I right?
ARTHUR: I'm not interested!
GUARD
as a weapon
This world is impaled on its own mistakes
Our King beats the swords into plowshares
All that we do, we do for His sake
Nothing else
Compares
lenience
From these overlords
As their virus of convenience
Beats our plowshares into swords
That we're turning on each other
Instead of corporate whores
Who
Bioremediate man-made molecules
Wasted
Ashes to eggshells
Woodchips to whiskers
Anything we can mess up we can fix up
Sword to plowshare
Soiled from
We backed the old man
Winter into a corner
And beat the gray out with our bare hands
Our reward
He’s pouring gold into shadows
That haven’t seen gold
Beat their plowshares into swords
Hurricane of hate
Hiding where the blame resides
Never more repulsive lies
Very fine people on both sides
Hurricane
searching for your heartbeat
Ain't that love
Tell me ain't that love
Beat my swords into plowshares
Tell me ain't that love
Try and only fight fair
Tell me
All the armies of the
World will someday gather
And they'll pass before the
Great reviewing stand
And they'll beat their swords
And weapons into
Faux Christianity, all that they're saying is
Safety First
Cut no slack
Turn your cheek
As you turn your back
They will beat their swords into
the nations turn their swords into plowshares
We could really get there
If you cared enough for the living
Make a little space
To make a better place
the nations turn their swords into plowshares
We could really get there
If you cared enough for the living
Make a little space
To make a better place
brothers
Create a world with no fear
Together we cry happy tears
See the nations turn their swords into plowshares
We could really get there
If you
Take your swords
Beat them into plowshares
Take your guns
And throw them into the sea
Make no war
On our children
Your selfish right to nothing
Is
spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors
spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors
stepped up, so what up?
Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts
I cold crush every beat that I touch
My words silk and my flow is pure plush
Tell
our shadows entwine
In this synthwave city, your hand in mine
As the night fades into electric blue
In this retro future, I'll be with you
Midnight
Let life go by itself
And finally let it happen
Beat your plowshares into swords
In such decisive hour
Our hands unleashed the terror
Our God has
my sword get to swingin', Uh
(The way my sword get to swingin')
I was wanted, one time
My whole team hear war crys (Crys)
The more eyes that rise up,
Isaiah Two and Four says
And He shall judge among the nations
And shall rebuke many people
And they shall beat their swords into plowshares
And their
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