A torture of cultures, the ones you have denied After all these years you still run away From all the pain you left behind Stolen their identities you failed to see Stolen, and so their right to be Stolen, and so their right to feel Stolen, and so their right to be Stolen, and so their right not to believe You pray to your god As you reach for the devil's hand Don't tolerate, indoctrinate In the name of a hollow faith Poison the minds of the unaware For the cause of your holy warfare You spill more blood to cleanse the stain Just to relief your guilty mind God hates your inquisition Thou art not free from blame When freedom comes with a gun in her hands, Everybody fights for his promised land