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