| Violence it’s the only way for me justify
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| An aggression that bears no face even exposed to the light
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| A veiled disease planting IED’s under the crescent moon
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| My Enemy, You are not the conqueror this time
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| We open pits again
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| As we pile up the bodies so high
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| Our sense of humanity is tossed away
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| As soon as we attain solid visual
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| Decapitate no matter the age or the tribe
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| Your cavity of freedom is filled with passivity
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| In the shadows of human tyranny you undermine
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| We open up pits again
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| As we pile up the bodies so high
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| Our sense of direction is lost
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| Martyrs, assassins
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| We mourn and move on as the sun disappears
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| To dig trenches four Caliphs
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| Our laws are null you abide to no one
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| Extremists, no leaders
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| This genocide will destroy your identity
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| But it has to be
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| As you dance on the corpses and wail to the almighty above
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| In this time of war
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| Let the moon heal the body, sore
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| We are forever more
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| Until the ashes sweep under the door, then you’ll know
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| In this time of war
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| Let the moon heal the body, sore
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| We are forever more
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| Until the ashes sweep under the door
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| Then you know we’re gone
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| Go forth in the night
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| You’re a compass for us all
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| Follow what is right
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| And your stories will be told
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| Some by force and some by choice
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| In time you all shall leave me
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| I do not fear to be alone
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| Solitary, I will atone
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| Graves of sand we all are damned
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| A body count so accurate
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| We are surgical in our trade
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| Enslaved you will be trained
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| Never strive for life unstrifed
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| We fight out of necessity
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| This canvas will always be
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| Chaotic and painted with blood
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| As we pile up the bodies so high
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| Our sense of direction is lost |