Letra de Dar Al-harb

Did god whisper in your ear and pin a death note on your heart Pious eyes painted with piety and blood Trade stockholm syndrome confessions in weekly support groups for the dead Tell yourself it's enough to bleed if it doesn't leave a scar A tattoo cried out A cringing halt Connect people with mass graves Draped over saddles the dead return Parts of yourself die Vampire slaked by the blood of the kufr Sprung monster closet the dar al-harb The long knives of the prophet held close at my throat I jam the knife in through myself to get to you