Name of God - Mustafa

How can this be? Why is he the chosen one? Saint gone astray With a scepter and a gun Learn to believe In the mighty and the strong Come bleed the beast Follow me it won't be long Listen When the prophet speaks to you Killing In the name of God Passion Twisting faith into Violence In the name of God Straight is the path leading to your salvation Slaying the weak, ethnic elimination Any day we'll all be swept away You'll be saved as long as you obey Lies Tools of the devil inside Written in Holy disguise Meant to deceive and divide us all Listen When the prophet speaks to you Killing In the name of God Passion Twisting faith into Violence In the name of God Blurring the lines Between virtue and sin They can't tell Where God ends and mankind begins They know no other life but this From the cradle they are claimed Listen When the prophet speaks to you Killing In the name of God Passion Twisting faith into Violence In the name of God Hundreds of believers Lured into a doomsday cult All would perish in the name of God Self-proclaimed messiah Led his servants to their death Eighty murdered in the name of God Forty sons and daughters Un-consenting plural wives Perversions in the name of God Underground religion Turning toward the mainstream light Blind devotion in the name of God Justifying violence Citing from the Holy Book Teaching hatred in the name of God Listen When the prophet speaks to you Killing In the name of God Passion Twisting faith into Violence In the name of God In the name of God Religious beliefs, fanatic obsession Does following faith lead us to violence Unyielding crusade, divine revelation Does following faith lead us to violence (Mine eyes have seen the glory) (Of the coming of the Lord) (He is trampling out the vintage) (Where the grapes of wrath are stored) (He hath loosed the fateful lightning) (Of his terrible swift sword) (His truth is marching on) (Glory! Glory, hallelujah!) (Glory! Glory, hallelujah!) (Glory! Glory, hallelujah...)

Satellite transmission Spit spores into the atmosphere Signal wave distortion Corrupted files re-engineered Digital conception Electric god's eye overseer Redacted mass deception Fractured glowing glass veneer State of unrest Witness what you've created Pathogenic, unabated We are chaos detonated State of unrest Witness what you've created We are chaos detonated Intravenous network Plunger push keep us sedate Data mass collector Pull the plug and wipe the slate Executive defector Fear and hate indoctrinate Globally infected Inseminated mass mutate State of unrest Witness what you've created Pathogenic, unabated We are chaos detonated State of unrest Witness what you've created We are chaos detonated We are chaos detonated We are chaos detonated We are chaos detonated We are chaos detonated

Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both For a wounded man shall say to his assailant "If I live I will kill you, if I die you are forgiven" Such is the rule of honor Broken the paradigm, an example must be set Invoke the siren's song and sign the death warrant This is what has been wrought for 30 pieces of silver The tongues of men and angels bought by a beloved betrayer I am the result, what's better left unspoken Violence begins to mend, what was broken You've been talking, I've been all ears Words meant to dwell in darkness shall never see the light of day Words can be broken so can bones, execute the mandate Mouth full of dirt, your name is removed from the registry Saint Peter greets with empty eyes then turns and locks the gate I am the result, what's better left unspoken Violence begins to mend, what was broken You've been talking, I've been all ears Omerta Cheaply venal, stupidly verbose A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throat Six feet under with no marker Keep my name from your mouth forever Free speech for the living, dead men tell no tales Your laughing finger, will never point again Omerta Omerta Sing for me now

Strode across the smoky floors in time To bear witness and hear the death of paradigms Lords of sound and simple vice Young gods severe and satellites Augmented nights, adrenaline Of nicotine and satin skin That world is dead, just memories A faded scene inside of me Vanishing Vanishing Vanishing Born of earth shaking Maldoror Legion crushed, the legion crushed what came before Imploded meaning for the youth Who never knew, never knew the joy of truth Their pale and pallid replication Could never spark a true creation That world is dead, just memories A faded scene inside of me Vanishing Vanishing Vanishing Scorched minds and stark narration Adroit intent, not imitation Blurred reflections, a better time Post-modern tantrums on a father's dime Vanishing Vanishing Vanishing Vanishing A shining path beckons me Never to be seen again A shining path beckons me Never to be seen again A shining path beckons me Never to be seen again A shining path beckons me Never to be seen again

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour