Bloodline - Eastern Promise Lyrics
We are martyrsWhen we dieWe shall be freeTyrants of ZionKill our fathersMay god nowStrengthen our beliefWe will fightFor liberationAn Eastern promiseIs a gift to the thiefPuppet of AmericanTake our borders, steal our homelandsPuppet of AmericanYou have blood on your handsPuppet of AmericanLessons taught have not been learnedPuppet of AmericanAll your bridges have been burnedYou built a wallYou built our prisonIncarcerateOur familiesYou send assassinsTo kill our freedomHatred spreadslike a diseaseAn Eastern promiseFor liberationWe’ll die standingNever on our kneesPuppet of AmericanTake our borders, steal our homelandsPuppet of AmericanYou have blood on your handsPuppet of AmericanLessons taught have not been learnedPuppet of AmericanAll your bridges have been burnedThrough the market placeThey can’t read my faceSeeking out my preyShading light from dayThrough the market placeSeek the killing zoneThey can’t anticipateOr sense their fateSee a flash of wonderHear a clap of thunderAs I still hold the phone in my handSee a dust cloud risingAnd people writhingBlood runs through the street and stains the sandPuppet of AmericanTake our borders, steal our homelandsPuppet of AmericanYou have blood on your handsPuppet of AmericanLessons taught have not been learnedPuppet of AmericanAll your bridges have been burned
