| As you're crippling with fear for the blade as it's drawing near | |
| You stare up to the sky and it is silent. | |
| For this is the kind of creator you follow. | |
| One who wears a mask and inside is hollow. | |
| Three empty sects for this one misread book | |
| To date there have been millions of lives that this leader has shook. | |
| But for an entire population that lives with the sand, | |
| They die day by day with their blood on the land. | |
| Children are accustomed to bombs being dropped and shots being fired. | |
| Wondering everyday "will this be the day I catch a stray?" | |
| Catastrophic explosions are set off daily, | |
| Religious extremist are taking their teachings and trying to dismantle the system they live in | |
| Along with taking the lives of their kin, because they don't follow the teachings they are living with sin. | |
| Driving along, just like everyone else. | |
| Unloading a clip into the group next to them. | |
| Following the crash, they get out of the car. | |
| To finish the job, they unload one more. | |
| Imagine what it's like to live every day in fear. | |
| To be put to death for what you hold dear. | |
| A knife to your throat or a bullet in your head, | |
| Because you followed the wrong prophet and were mislead. | |
| They won't stop. | |
| The killing it won't stop. | |
| Thousands of years. | |
| So many lives in vain | |
| We are in debt and look up to the peaceful prophet | |
| So many lies we have been fed | |
| Until we are finally dead. |