Asperity of Sin

Blood stained faces bodies torn apart

Tear stained eyes and fists clenched longing for revenge

Bearded men gun - toting men

Chanting praises to their god

Screaming "Martyrs never Die."

Is it true that a picture says a thousand words?

Or in our case is it a thousand lies?

Our eyes, Our Ears

In the Foreign world are just a source of Glowing facades

More deaf and dumb then us ourselves

I'd rather blame the oppressor

Than blame the oppressed

Darkness cloaks the Holy Land

Sprinkled with asperity of sin

Now tell me when will they be free?

Our eyes, Our ears

In the foreign world are just a source of glowing facades

More deaf and dumb then us ourselves

Everyday we flip through the channels expecting the truth

But what do we see?

The vilified become the victims

And the oppressors become the oppressed

How can we live our lives?

How can we sleep at night?

Knowing that our brothers and sisters in humanity

Are being stripped of their homes

I'm asking you to stand up and make a difference

Cause it's pretty clear that the only solution is liberation

Our eyes our ears

In the foreign world are just a source of glowing facades

More deaf and dumb than us ourselves

"Martyrs never DIE!"