Oh our identity Feels like we're going to be Sharing a destiny Sounds like religion to me Strange ideology Not what it used to be Defined by nativity Not that it matters to me Bear with me And hear my strategy 'Cause we're not going to be Enemies So please be good to me And enter sanctuary You're not the chosen one Born on a magical day Claiming Jerusalem Outsiders left to obey Oh, that's peculiar Just like the sound of your voice Your mind's getting narrower Feels like you're left with no choice Bear with me And hear my strategy 'Cause we're not going to be Enemies So please be good to me And enter sanctuary