 
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 
no more
