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Baby we’re gonna burn right to the ground baby we all fall down all fall down and maybe we’re gonna open up the skies and part the clouds and part the clouds From the cradle to the burial chamber we're living in danger absorption of these non-truths given to us through your anger the seeds of vengeance sewed like knitting circles the bombs strapped to our children they hurt you and they stifle blindfold like a rifle wielded by a child with nothing but an eyeful of unexplained rage to which Mohamed lays claim don't know it's origin but knows how it tastes though Letras de cancionesa bitter taste like your Christ executed the father with the collar around his neck what's he doing? I thought I could trust him I was told to trust him but the things he makes me do when no one's around they're disgusting and so you see all that you see is yours my son take it ‘til they bleed intruders in our lands these holy lands and their existence well they shift through the sands so check the checkpoints remember that the flames that incinerated your family through the petrol bomb rain Palestine fire they project into our lives so keep that hatred ‘til it eats you up alive cycle of life son kill or be forever weak blood for blood eye for eye into heaven peak then you sleep knowing that you did your bid God loves you so in death you’ll now forever live Anchor-men twitching through their puppetry the strings controlling them controlling you and me like they dance to the agenda of the higher few if you don't sing their song they don't hire you the same story reported in different ways to serve master whatever corporate says al Jazeera the mouthpiece of Mujahidin al Qaeda’s own propaganda TV screen and Glen Beck with Murdoch’s d**k coming out of his mouth the jap's eye of self-service spouting out ejaculating all over the recording camera impregnating us all with propaganda and they ingest it believe it and digest it like TV dinners then move on to the next s**t vacuous housewives stretched and injected while the young look on and think this is what's expected and anorexics bred through their reflections reflective of the media's true intentions who's breaking up? who's addicted? who's pregnant? the bastard born without form and dejected And with the thirst for black gold still fresh on their tongue the U.S. trained Bin Laden how to pick up a gun funnelled billions to Taliban to contain communism full circle later now the towers is missing we shook Saddam's hand smiled for the cameras gave him mustard gas so he could spit flammable grammar murdered the Kurds and Persians with the weapons he’s given then the U.S. turns around and asks him where they be hidden intervened in Iran so they could bring back their shah their puppet regime they could control from afar but from our lust for oil power money control fundamentalist fanatics arose to take their toll crazed ayatollahs with nukes under their thumbs Israel in their sights U.S. smoke in their lungs killing their students who questioned what they see where the f**k was Barack when Neda bled in the streets? From Letras Mania