bombs on Gazasmoke that's curling over blood that's swirling is coming to life in a faithful land bringing to life the curdling screams dying dreams of justice fade into the night I don't know what we have done we the people we the sons children of corruption born again money, loans, weapons sold painting a picture with a bayonet of gold everyone's got a point of view some see old and some see new peace is only seen by a few is there an answer is there a cure for this madness like cancer spreading in a blur
