Jihad MAYFLY (Ft. Darin Keim of Staple)

FIGHT!

Sitting here again
In this house of Pharisees
Who claim innocence
This act is getting old to me
Dogmatic plague
Fog hiding the untold
Numbers are depleted
Soon only the complacent and cold will remain

You can claim your jihad (Jihad... this is a holy war)
And I'll claim this victory (What victory? The prize belongs to me)
You can fight for your cause (I'll keep on fighting and I will be victorious)
And I'll fight for these little ones (Go ahead... I have no use for them anyways)

So frustrated
With that kid
Why won't he budge?
He must be evicted 'cause he doesn't belong hеre
He's not like thе rest of us
Good sir, I must tell you (Tell me what?)
I've already tasted (Tasted what?) the body, the blood of Christ (The blood of Christ?)
You think I'm starved to death (Oh, I know it's true)
But I think death is eating you (You'd better leave my sight)