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KIEALIEN lyrics : "Syrian Rebels"

here in dubai iran iraq afghanistan
fighting off rebel insurgence here in pakisthan
guns blazing heart racing bombs going off

i'm leaking red liquid no wait that's my blood
capping these rounds in my enemies i founded
firing with rage pick me up i am grounded

bounded and crowded with bullets around me
going insane in this third world country
we fighting for america we fighting for rich $#&@s

who take what they want from our blood shed of bloodlust
were broken by the bones but we fight for what is right
but were blinded but this government it's just corrupted light

sinners in our way cause we stand by do nothing
while hatrid consumes our souls as our economy is growing
where killing eachother over black liquidation

might as well be fighting for water purification
as our lungs collapsing air around is chocking
smoke bombs acid rain our four fathers croaking

in graves we are paved by the road that we layed
we our strayed by the path that was forced in our wake
cause were hated and breaking this world is forsaken

all we do is lust sin greed spells betraying
this bloodmoney lust money all you do is make it
from the time of birth when your bloodsoaked and naked

vengefull and spite were all evil to the core
this center of the earth is untouched by our roar
so we stand up and fight but we never understand

we just do what were told cause were under command
we talk about our freedom but reality is fading
all of our dreams have been forced into making

anger and rage is what pumps through our veins
so we lash out violently in hopes to escape
but were trapped and were strapped to this carriage of carnage

shattered inside like a colossal giant
going insane setting fire to the bible
all that is doing is fueling the survival

Christians and Catholics Muslims and Jews
they all say the same thing with absolutely no truth
cause your blinded by darkness look into your heart

a religion is nothing but a higher numbered cult
our god is the earth we should treat with respect
but we destroy the single thing we were brought here to protect

this land the people the living things around us
that is our god so stop muttering this nonsense
i am crying for you all the people around me

my soul it is weeping and my heart is pounding
try to understand it's not what we believe
it's how you live life if you follow or you lead

cap it all off mutilated at birth
broken misery from my dying oath
i'm scorched and i'm doused by the water that is blessed

but i don't feel holy or the need to obsess
about a image pay homage to my line of my lineage
going insane stuck in mazes of cartilage

glory and honor is the past and is fading
death and deception is what were portraying
we are ghosts in this time never be the same

were shedding blood for blood for whoever takes the blame
i'm sweating i'm broke frozen to my bones
i got an unbreakable bond from the dying moans

these ashes of ashes are dust on this rail way
going in time to correct what was taken
were flooding the streets with the blood of our enemy

in their own eyes it's there brethren there family
fighting fire with fire and acid with poison
poison the minds of the youth drugged with oil

sickness consumes the mind in us all
braindead brainwashed collapsing we fall
there is no more artists were failing as society

drugged out are minds were lost without propriety
were confused by our demons but reality it's us
we are blind by the signs filled with rage we combust

into piles and piles of talent that is lost
death consumes us it's the price of the cost
for the way of life of the things we abide by

trust and loyalty just taught us how to lie
were forced into slavery the slavery of poverty
were taught to bleed with sodomy committing an adultery
were incest in sin we are vermin's infested
like a human stock market pile the investment

we are livestock raised to believe what they wanted
the truth covered up like in nightmares were haunted
this ghost of the past is unlikely to plead
forgiveness is a sin in the hearts of the weak
were forged like a pack of wolves were parliament

a written bill might as well be a blank piece of parchment
our freedom of rights getting shorter by the days
we protest a protest about marrying gays

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