Blood stained faces bodies torn apart
Tear stained eyes and fists clenched longing for revenge
Bearded men gun - toting men
Chanting praises to their god
Screaming "Martyrs never Die."
Is it true that a picture says a thousand words?
Or in our case is it a thousand lies?
Our eyes, Our Ears
In the Foreign world are just a source of Glowing facades
More deaf and dumb then us ourselves
I'd rather blame the oppressor
Than blame the oppressed
Darkness cloaks the Holy Land
Sprinkled with asperity of sin
Now tell me when will they be free?
Our eyes, Our ears
In the foreign world are just a source of glowing facades
More deaf and dumb then us ourselves
Everyday we flip through the channels expecting the truth
But what do we see?
The vilified become the victims
And the oppressors become the oppressed
How can we live our lives?
How can we sleep at night?
Knowing that our brothers and sisters in humanity
Are being stripped of their homes
I'm asking you to stand up and make a difference
Cause it's pretty clear that the only solution is liberation
Our eyes our ears
In the foreign world are just a source of glowing facades
More deaf and dumb than us ourselves
"Martyrs never DIE!"