Testo Requiem Antix

Requiem

Baby
we're gonna burn right to the ground
baby
we all fall down
all fall down
and maybe
we're gonna open up the skies
and part the clouds
and part the clouds

From the cradle to the burial chamber
we're living in danger
absorption of these non-truths
given to us through your anger
the seeds of vengeance
sewed like knitting circles
the bombs strapped to our children
they hurt you
and they stifle
blindfold like a rifle
wielded by a child
with nothing but an eyeful
of unexplained rage
to which Mohamed lays claim
don't know it's origin
but knows how it tastes though
a bitter taste like your Christ executed
the father with the collar around his neck
what's he doing?
I thought I could trust him
I was told to trust him
but the things he makes me do when no one's around
they're disgusting
and so you see
all that you see
is yours
my son
take it ?til they bleed
intruders in our lands
these holy lands
and their existence
well they shift through the sands
so check the checkpoints
remember that the flames
that incinerated your family through the petrol bomb rain
Palestine fire they project into our lives
so keep that hatred ?til it eats you up alive
cycle of life son
kill or be forever weak
blood for blood
eye for eye
into heaven peak
then you sleep
knowing that you did your bid
God loves you
so in death you'll now forever live

Anchor-men twitching through their puppetry
the strings controlling them
controlling you and me
like they dance to the agenda of the higher few
if you don't sing their song
they don't hire you
the same story reported in different ways
to serve master
whatever corporate says
al Jazeera
the mouthpiece of Mujahidin
al Qaeda's own propaganda TV screen
and Glen Beck with Murdoch's d**k
coming out of his mouth
the jap's eye of self-service
spouting out
ejaculating all over the recording camera
impregnating us all with propaganda
and they ingest it
believe it
and digest it
like TV dinners
then move on to the next s**t
vacuous housewives
stretched and injected
while the young look on and think this is what's expected
and anorexics bred through their reflections
reflective of the media's true intentions
who's breaking up?
who's addicted?
who's pregnant?
the bastard born without form
and dejected

And with the thirst for black gold still fresh on their tongue
the U.S. trained Bin Laden how to pick up a gun
funnelled billions to Taliban
to contain communism
full circle later
now the towers is missing
we shook Saddam's hand
smiled for the cameras
gave him mustard gas so he could spit flammable grammar
murdered the Kurds and Persians with the weapons he's given
then the U.S. turns around
and asks him where they be hidden
intervened in Iran
so they could bring back their shah
their puppet regime they could control from afar
but from our lust for oil
power
money
control
fundamentalist fanatics arose to take their toll
crazed ayatollahs
with nukes under their thumbs
Israel in their sights
U.S. smoke in their lungs
killing their students
who questioned what they see
where the f**k was Barack
when Neda bled in the streets?