Eastern Promise
When we die
We are martyrs
When we die
We shall be free
Tyrants of Zion
Kill our fathers
May god now
Strengthen our belief
We will fight
For liberation
An Eastern promise
Is a gift to the thief
Puppet of American
Take our borders, steal our homelands
Puppet of American
You have blood on your hands
Puppet of American
Lessons taught have not been learned
Puppet of American
All your bridges have been burned
You built a wall
You built our prison
Incarcerate
Our families
You send assassins
To kill our freedom
Hatred spreads
like a disease
An Eastern promise
For liberation
We'll die standing
Never on our knees
Puppet of American
Take our borders, steal our homelands
Puppet of American
You have blood on your hands
Puppet of American
Lessons taught have not been learned
Puppet of American
All your bridges have been burned
Through the market place
They can't read my face
Seeking out my prey
Shading light from day
Through the market place
Seek the killing zone
They can't anticipate
Or sense their fate
See a flash of wonder
Hear a clap of thunder
As I still hold the phone in my hand
See a dust cloud rising
And people writhing
Blood runs through the street and stains the sand
Puppet of American
Take our borders, steal our homelands
Puppet of American
You have blood on your hands
Puppet of American
Lessons taught have not been learned
Puppet of American
All your bridges have been burned