clip god's eagles
they praise god at every single turn
and worship him like an addict high
blessing everyone and themselves
even their aeroplanes are blessed
with god's name on the nose
this applies to both civil and military
the warplanes especially are blessed
with pilots who are adept at killing
what does god think about this?
or should we ask the devil?
ten thousand killed in the yemen war
blown to bits by saudi bombs
dropped by planes with god bless
painted on their nose
tell me is this a wise thing?
what is holy about these heinous act?
i'm sure god has something to say
when he speaks who will listen?
the heathen muslim saudis
who use fakely blessed jets
to **** terrorists and civilians
and further an unnamed cause
in the name of who, god?

THE HORROR IN YEMEN
WILL WRENCH AT YOUR HEART
THE CHILDREN WHO ARE SUFFERING
WILL RIP YOU APART



THE YOUNG CHILDREN ARE BEGGING
CAN OUR HEARTS JUST MEND
ITS AID AND ASSISTANCE
WE NEED THE WORLD TO SEND



HOW CAN THE WORLD JUST WATCH
AND LET THESE ATROCITIES GO ON
WHERE IS THE WISDOM OF MAN
AND HOW CAN THEY LET IT CARRY ON



HOW CAN MAN JUSTIFY THIS CRIME
WHEN IT COMES OUR JUDGEMENT DAY
WHAT WORDS CAN WE EXPRESS
THAT WILL EXPLAIN OUR CRUELTY AWAY

I'm torn between celebrating and grieving
Eid has come but so have the dead
Happiness is struggling to rise
From the density of sadness

The night runs out
Colourful dreams wash away
While sleepless horrors commence

Speak of love and missing no more
What is love
But a possession
A chance to devour a soul

Speak of death and a need to rest
For love is but a mirage of the mind
A weakness

We fight
In the name of love
For a religion, a country,

We fight
In the name of love
For honour, for shame,
We fight

In the name of love
For family, money, and fame,
We fight

So speak of love and missing no more
For what is love
But a dead man walking

A chance for him to devour your soul

Like the reign of blood in veins
Blood rains over Yemen
A place I was neither born in nor raised
But grew to know about and praised
With words
That could not earn a dime
Still
For every worth of dirt your hands touched
I announced a crime