Lyrics

Three paths same house
Same dust on the floor
Different names for mercy
Same hunger at the core
Old books, old fires
Passed hand to hand
A thousand human fingerprints
On a single plan

But the loudest ones
Wear the smallest minds
They build their kingdoms
From the fear inside
They twist the words
Til the words claw back
Turn a holy path
Into a flag attack

Same source, same sky
Same tear, same cry
Same God, same light
They just cut the line
Same source, same sky
Don’t let hate define
What was meant to save
What they dragged through fire

In the market, in the mosque
In the church and the synagogue
Kid asks a question
Why can’t we all?
Then comes the preacher
With a clenched-up fist
Selling heaven as a weapon
And calling it the list

But the loudest ones
Never read that far
They love the mask
They hate the scar
They point above
With a bruised-up grin
And leave a trail of ash
Where the good begins

Repeat Chorus)

Take the book from the bully
Take the mask from the chief
Take the bitter empire
That stokes disbelief
If love is a river
Then why do they block it?
If truth is a light
Why do they stop it?

Not the blade
Not the brand
Not the mob with a match in hand
Not the ones who shout the loudest
Just the ones who understand

(Repeat Chorus)

Same source, same sky
Same source, same sky