Shun the non-believers
'Cause they don't believe in peace...
They tap the phones
Come raiding in the house at dawn...
The enemy draws near,
As the smoke starts to clear...
The water stained red with the blood of a thousand...
Finish up that book Mr. President, as the planes...
Its evident that...
The gunshots fire,
And people scream...
The red glow of fading sunlight falls slowly on...
In the chill, I pull my jacket tighter around me...
I wish I may,
I wish I might...
You're my white beloved friend and I love you
If u can see the color in the bluest eyes and the...
I love thee not, o land of high hypocrisy,
My country of the totalitarian democracy...
Droplets of freedom slip on cheeks
Mixed with essences of joy and sorrow...
I walk up and down this street
who knows what its called...