04-10-2011, 03:37 PM
Two shots of hate fired off from a mouth, it's reverb as loud as a gun.
Not for love or money, that's not why they kill, this genocide's not for fun.
Two deafening blows in a religious war, another jihad has begun.
An eye for an eye, a soul for a soul and one man's son for another's son.
Young lives end before they begin, in an age old war that will never be done.
Two white roses placed atop a coffin, a strong wind blows, it leaves only one.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust we pray, under the setting of a bloody sun.
Two thousand children are trained to fight, while their leaders are on the run.
As a new day dawns, a never-ending battle rages on, in a war that can not be won.
Not for love or money, that's not why they kill, this genocide's not for fun.
Two deafening blows in a religious war, another jihad has begun.
An eye for an eye, a soul for a soul and one man's son for another's son.
Young lives end before they begin, in an age old war that will never be done.
Two white roses placed atop a coffin, a strong wind blows, it leaves only one.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust we pray, under the setting of a bloody sun.
Two thousand children are trained to fight, while their leaders are on the run.
As a new day dawns, a never-ending battle rages on, in a war that can not be won.