Child Be Free to Live and to Love...
Oh my darling little hungering Babe
Brought up in a mad-rassa where
Bearded old men, brainwashin you.
With one hand they fed your belly
With the other they sought
Only to control
That was see, their only goal
And with blood-drenched ink
Drawn from their soul-less koran,
.. Their soul-less koran...
They wrote jihad on your forehead
'Gainst all humans
Drew big-eyed houris
'bove your lonesome bed
And while you sleep
They busy gluing your feet
To the frontlines of their battle
To them your life's just a passing death rattle,
...Just a passing death rattle...
Oh my darlin little Orphan Child
Must you kill
When you haven't even lived?
Open your eyes to the blue skies inside
See... ? How their words are
A hollow bribe
There really was no scribe,
No Angel Gabriel
And no Messenger of God's
Asking you to kill any chance, passerby
Their bloody jihad and jahunnum
Just tactics tricking you into
Reasons to die
Ah,don't listen to their reasons to die...
Don't let those power thirsty
Bearded old men
With sly tongues and dark hearts and
Hatred beyond ken
Steal your life for their power and pleasure
Listen, your life is yours,
You are part of Nature's treasure
Look out of your cell and study the stars
Break out of those koranic bars
Forbidding you from finding friends
Outside the mad-rassa's walls
Don't crawl child, but walk tall
And you'll soon hear
The Voice of Reason inside
You'll find Universal Truths
That slavish stink
Let's work to erase
That blood-drenched koranic ink
Then you'll be free to live, not live to kill,
You'll be free to live,
Not forced to kill
Child Be Free,
To Live and to Love
To Live and to Love.