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The name is of Sin not Unknown

Blood stained bodies torn apart.
stained eyes and fists clenched longing for revenge.
Bearded men gun - men
chanting praises to god,
screaming "Martyrs Die."
Is it true a picture says a thousand words?
or in our case is it a thousand
Yeah!

Our eyes, Our
in the Foreign world is just a of Glowing facades
more and dumb then us ourselves.

I'd rather the oppressor,
than the oppressed.

cloaks the holy land
sprinkled asperity of sin,
now tell me when will be free?

Our eyes, Our
in the foreign
is just a of glowing facades
more deaf and then us ourselves.

Everyday we flip through the expecting the truth,
but what do we
the vilified the victims
and the oppressors the oppressed.
How can we our lives?
How can we at night?
Knowing that our brothers and sisters in
are being stripped of homes.
I'm asking you to stand up and a difference,
it's pretty clear that the only solution is liberation.

Our our ears
in the foreign world is a source of glowing facades
deaf and dumb than us ourselves.

"Martyrs DIE!"