Ancient feud in
An ancient land 
Innocent blood
On guilty hands
Ancient warning
Coming true
A debt to pay
What will you do?
What would your Prophets say 
To see you act this way?  
What would your Prophets say 
To see you act this way?  
 
The villainy you learned
It went hard, but
You bettered the instruction
Fuel  your destruction 
With poisonous words  
Lies absurd 
And your genocide 
Justified and denied 
You think it’s funny 
A gang of thugs 
Protect shadow money 
Bite the hand that feeds you 
In a world that doesn’t need you
Meaningless shalom
Your rusty iron dome
Rips like wet paper
Words like noxious vapor
The Kibbutzim utopia 
Is a myopic dystopia 
Pretenders to a noble lineage
Corrupting your revelations
To build an illegitimate nation
Thieves of the tradition
Which you debase
Endless disgrace
In this world and the next