by Kamran. 2009
Awake again to the sound of lies,
Again and again, like flies,
Their lies we'll kill
Without guns and big skills
Within the colorful box
I've heard your blasphemies
I've watched the faces of deciet
Trying to make enemies
Ready now for your super skills
Your big weapons,
In the hands of little children
You want them to kill
Don't fret, for your plan is a success
Don't fret, for your end will come
Close your eyes, and they will come
With the guns you've handed them
You've dressed them with your design
Decievers! but they're learning too
From the sharks you've unleashed
Amongst them.
Watch, they'll rise with the sun
At one with the heat of rage
They'll show no pity
They'll spare none that breathe