Holy War

The desert armies are marching on
Allah in their heads - Allah in their guns
Warriors of Islam
You're looking small
Do you really believe
That the whole damn world is yours?

Someone disagrees
So you shoot them down
There's no humanity in your violent crowd
I see your Koran
Covered in blood
The voices of suppression
Clearly understood

Islam...

I believe in struggle
But not your kind
We'll find our own gods
So don't ram things down our throats
I see your faith
I see dead bodies in the road

Burnt out cars
Civilian dead
The colour of your rhetoric
Machine gun red
If the sniper don't get you
Then the crossfire will
And when you get plutonium
You'll move on for overkill

Islam...

We'll find our own gods...
Leave me out of your holy war...