It’s the love that makes the hate
the peace that makes the war
It’s the money that makes the State
The rich that make the poor

Give them back their voice
You don’t deserve it
You leave them no other choice
Your will won’t permit

It’s the dreams that make the Gods
the law that makes the crime
It’s the land that makes the Lord
The Sun that makes the time
It’s the words that make the song
and the right that makes the wrong
It’s the darkness that makes the dawn
the King that makes the Pawn

Give them back their homes
You won’t preserve them
You leave them picking bones
You seek new service
Give them back their souls
You don’t understand
It’s the part that makes the whole
The hand that makes a fist

It’s the con that makes control
the suggestion makes the gist
It’s the shadow that makes the wall
The tongue that makes the kiss

Give them back their pride
You’ve still got plenty
You leave them to take sides
The till is empty

It’s the ring that makes the bond
the foot that makes the step
It’s the weak that make the strong
the balance makes the check
It’s the blood that makes the meat
the heart that makes the beat
It’s beauty that makes the flaw
the gun that makes the draw

Give them back their minds
and be noble in this
It’s the glory that makes the prime
The end that makes genesis