The ruins stand in decay, beaten by sand and time.
Say what, kid?
We own the land, kid, we own the land, it’s written in the Book, the book we wrote.
Beware, kid, or I’ll blow those little brains of yours away.
You say we bulldozed your home with no reason? I just told ya,
it’s OUR land, OUR law, OUR rule – so I’ll just do it, kid!
My vision, my mission converge on the point of my Tavor gun
Got the message going, kid?
We shall reign supreme on you FILTHY BEASTS
We are despots, we shall end liberty.
You say I shot your dad in the face, tortured your mom in jail?
That way little terrorist farts like you learn the lesson once and for all.
We, the mighty punishers, the scourge of history
You shall perish, you shall die, you shall be our sacrifice
Our vision, our mission converge on the cannon of a tank
A six-pointed star will rise on Bethlehem
Your gun, there is no need to
Look inside yourself, and find the man you are
Find yourself, you are lost, inebriated by the smell of warfare.
I forgive, but I won’t forget – you will never colonise my soul.
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