Dear Abu
Dear Abu, I've got so many questions for you
But there's one thing that's haunting my mind
It's the fact that you'll never regret
All the things that you've caused for imaginary Gods
And the blood is all over your hands, your face, your limbs
Your eyes, they are drowning in pride
'Cause your faith, your inhumane faith
Is proud of all the souls that died
Dear Abu, I'm not sure who I'm talking to
Are you really a person, or are you even worse?
I don't know, because people they tell me that reason is hate and that we are too late
To recover from disaster, the times' going faster
The troops, they are taking their place
While we are all waiting for things to get better
But deep inside we know that it won't help
Give me a reason to be afraid of cowardly dogs
They bark and they bite but they kill themselves when things go wrong
Give me a reason to be afraid of cowardly lies
They beat us, behead us
They bomb us, they kill us
They curse all the Christians
While reading the same fucking book
Dear Abu, I can tell you the joke's on you
I'd rather die standing than live on my knees
The end of the line
The cherry on top
Just finish your book
Your gospel, your story
And kill all the heretics
Some day you'll be out of ammunition
But there's one thing that's haunting my mind
It's the fact that you'll never regret
All the things that you've caused for imaginary Gods
And the blood is all over your hands, your face, your limbs
Your eyes, they are drowning in pride
'Cause your faith, your inhumane faith
Is proud of all the souls that died
Dear Abu, I'm not sure who I'm talking to
Are you really a person, or are you even worse?
I don't know, because people they tell me that reason is hate and that we are too late
To recover from disaster, the times' going faster
The troops, they are taking their place
While we are all waiting for things to get better
But deep inside we know that it won't help
Give me a reason to be afraid of cowardly dogs
They bark and they bite but they kill themselves when things go wrong
Give me a reason to be afraid of cowardly lies
They beat us, behead us
They bomb us, they kill us
They curse all the Christians
While reading the same fucking book
Dear Abu, I can tell you the joke's on you
I'd rather die standing than live on my knees
The end of the line
The cherry on top
Just finish your book
Your gospel, your story
And kill all the heretics
Some day you'll be out of ammunition
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