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