am surrounded by suffering I hear the screams piercing through the flames I'm nauseated by the sight of too much pain
Pain disease and pestilence I can not chield my eyes why wouldn't this channel change
They throw their hands in the air Bask in die glory of a suicide I am repulsed by ths sight of to much pain
Fanatics justify the blood for their god To die a martyr is death and glory Threatened by the piece that others enjoy Content in their archaic ideologies It's Catastrophic
No aspiration of peace No peaceful coexistence Their foolish pride lead them straight into their graves You brought us fear for a short time But you will never feel that sense of safety anymore In time you'll pay your penance You fucked with the wrong ones this time
Your skies will rain fire Your families corpses fertilize your fucking barren sand The thrill of a tall, ths rows of the body bags The fear that you breathe will teach you to never trend on me