Lyrics:

There’s a light in the room that shines on me.
There’s a fight on the street that concerns me.
When the light is off my shadow might be gone,
but my soul and my body will still live on.
When the sun comes up, there’ll be no shadow of a fight.
Just bloody, blue, bodies that died to prove right.

Chorus:
Let them see, there will be rules with no Saracen sword.
Promised Land’s made by hand, not by the mighty Lord.
What’s the difference? An illusion, two different names.
God or Allah, what’s the difference? It’s just another game.

The battle rages on, what’s on your mind?
As long as these chains are on for the last in line,
there’ll be fire, there’ll be flame, hunger and pain.
Where there’s fire, I’ll be water and I’ll extinguish flame.
Where there’s thirst, I’ll be water and I will quench the thirst of the sane. What is, what is this game?

You’ll never find the answer, you’ll never realize what you’ve been told since birth, is nothing but a sacred lie.
Who tells you what is right? Who tells you what is wrong?
Those you defeat today, tomorrow may be strong.
(Then) in a land where you reigned once, submission’s your reaction. And a turn of a nasty card, bloodshed’s their satisfaction.

Chorus:
Let them see, there will be rules with no Saracen sword.
Promised Land’s made by hand, not by the mighty Lord.
What’s the difference? An illusion two different names.
God or Allah, what’s the difference? It’s just another game.

There once was a boy, who lived for the stars, asking everyone, what’s on planet Mars?
Took his goat to the hills and he would daydream.
Coming back one day he heard his family scream.
Now the man’s not a boy anymore since innocence died.
Apathy’s not his life anymore. The word is suicide.

There’s a fight on the street that concerns me.
There’s a man in the crowd that frightens me.
He is dark, serene, irrational and mean.
When he strikes, in his chest I see the wire, as they scream.
Hatred goes on and on, until it never ends.
It’s a lose-lose affair, you lose both foes and friends.