The holy crusade of tacit masochists
An esoteric, timid terrorist
Led pumps through your veins,
Copper through mine
My lips Israel, yours Palestine

You sweat iron ore to fuel the war machine,
Your tear-ducts producing only gasoline
My nations prime exports,  indulgence and sin      
I fight for my lord, but I crucified him

A xenophobe, a chauvinist
You're the sullen bigot, I'm the narcissist                                      
I'm breaching your periphery, I'm sparing no time
Searing your flag to cinders, Superseding with mine