The name is Asperity of Sin not Unknown
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Blood stained faces bodies torn apart.
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Tear stained eyes and fists clenched longing for revenge.
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Bearded men gun - toting men
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chanting praises to their god,
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screaming "Martyrs never Die."
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Is it true that a picture says a thousand words?
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or in our case is it a thousand lies?
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Yeah!
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Our eyes, Our Ears
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in the Foreign world is just a source of Glowing facades
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more deaf and dumb then us ourselves.
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I'd rather blame the oppressor,
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than blame the oppressed.
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Darkness cloaks the holy land
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sprinkled with asperity of sin,
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now tell me when will they be free?
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Our eyes, Our ears
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in the foreign world
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is just a source of glowing facades
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more deaf and dumb then us ourselves.
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Everyday we flip through the channels expecting the truth,
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but what do we find?
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the vilified become the victims
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and the oppressors become the oppressed.
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How can we live our lives?
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How can we sleep at night?
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Knowing that our brothers and sisters in humanity
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are being stripped of their homes.
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I'm asking you to stand up and make a difference,
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cause it's pretty clear that the only solution is liberation.
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Our eyes our ears
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in the foreign world is just a source of glowing facades
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more deaf and dumb than us ourselves.
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"Martyrs never DIE!"
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Protest The Hero |