As you're crippling with fear for the blade as it's drawing near
You stare up to the sky and it is silent
For this is the kind of creator you follow
One who wears a mask and inside is hollow
Three empty sects for this one misread book
To date there have been millions of lives that this leader has shook
But for an enitire population that lives with the sand
They die day by day with their blood on the land
Children are accustomed to bombs being dropped and shots being fired
Wondering everyday "will this be the day I catch a stray?"
Catastrophic explosions are set off daily
Religious extremists are taking their teachings and trying to dismantle the system they live in
Along with taking the lives of their kin, because they don't follow the teachings they are living with sin
Driving along, just like everyone else
Unloading a clip into the group next to them
Following the crash, they get out of the car
To finish the job, they unload one more
Imagine what it's like to live every day in fear
To be put to d**h for what you hold dear
A knife to your throat or a bullet in your head
Because you followed the wrong prophet and were mislead
They won't stop
The k**ing it won't stop
Thousands of years
So many lives in vain
We are in debt and look up to the peaceful prophet
So many lies we have been fed
Until we are finally dead