From the east of my brain
it settles in the west of my mind
the patterns of hate
so easy to find
the curse of slander
the curse of terrorist doom
there's nothing left to say
it's time for them to pay
for all the blood they spilled
it's their turn to be killed
and you know we'll fight
we'll fight
fight - the oppressor
together we're strong
we'll never know defeat
we'll fight them over there
we'll fight them in the streets
we must stay free
we can never fall
when you open your eyes
maybe one day you will see
libyan death squads
syrian hitmen
americans under siege
this world's gone crazy
it has to end