Protest The Hero

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
Lyricsin the foreign world are just a source of glowing facades