Pickpockets

If you won’t bow you are mad
No job, no money, no nothing you are sad
Nothing you get without our permission
On every bit of your breath is our commission
In the Islamic republic, we are Gods
If you are smallville we are General Zods
We make the rules, buy and manipulate masses
Don’t wave that little thing, don’t work here crosses
We are the power, the authority, the money
You can’t walk two steps without us honey
You live where we tell you, wear what we tell you
It is in our hands to keep you or just sell you
You have no where to go, no where to run
Saying no to us little friend you must shun
We make governments, make people fall and rise
While you’ve time, come to us crawling,
Collect your little prize

Prayerbeads:

These narrow streets and this madness
You’ve given poor all the reasons of sadness
God will give me patience and the way
To somewhere I’m en route, I never got stray
And all the greed that you pack in your bags
Keep to yourself these worldly empty brags
If Islam makes you Zod, my conscious is clear
You are waiting for lions to rise up and flare
I know how good you are at controling the crowds
With your mistakes, are being cleared all their doubts
My cross won’t work here, it only works for me
God showed me out of your faith, took me under his Holy Tree
All that you control, supressing all the voices
Prancing dictator’s pride, undermining people’s choices
Surely it’s a great test of time for your own
People are beginning to ask, will there ever be a dawn
All the strict parents, but children grow fast
Lion’s ship is sailing, when the wind will blow the mast
When God’s help falls, and you know what it means
When I won’t be here, upon whom you’ll spill your beans
From the sky, earth and air, justice will fall
Until the people wake up, you continue to stand tall
Those who lie to their own, how can we expect loyalty
If that’s faith, that’s Islam, keep your muslim royalty
Your reach is only to your government, that’s a fact
Grow your radar ranges where democracy is still intact
Keeping people paralyzed with lies, promises of change
One day you’ll feel the environement suddenly getting strange
This material world, you got nothing to buy my faith
I’ll keep praying for victory of democracy until my death
I’m nothing like you, pointed to wormholes we are rockets
Decades of dictatorship couldn’t show you the mirror,
That you are nothing just pickpockets

Pickpockets:

We are creatures that breed on fear
Your own Christans, you they don’t endear
Where will you run, where will you hide?
All’s helpful, only if you just take our side
That ego you wear, we will crush your pride
Come kneel before Zod, don’t think too wide

Prayerbeads:

You turned away the world’s love to be this dirty
They are showing through your teeth, the lies flirty
How you’ve treated minority, I don’t blame them
Poor Christans living in your country, why would I claim them?
They’ll have to survive to tell the story of their faith
My God has promised me, He’s got covered their aftermath
Out of fear, manipulation, they can’t even wear crosses
They all know what’s happening, well aware of evil bosses
Canoes of Christanity in your lands, they are free
I don’t count on the weak of faith to understand my plea
They’ll still be Christans, we’ll meet as brothers in heaven
So away from their authority how’ll they know tripple seven
Millions of Christans, and just dozens of Church to serve them?
I see your educational courses, how you forcefuly curve them
But they will always be Christans, you tricks won’t swerve them
Under the wing of your manly power, tinted views hatred grew
How you’ve managed to press your nation, I know instances few
I’m Krypton, the blood of eden is still in my veins
I’ll live happily with all the worldly sorrows and pains
I bow to no one, I don’t surrender
God I trust is my judge and defender
I can always go to the country of God
The eternal kingdom, our rightful abode
Power and authority you can’t take with you
Against the lions I can’t handshake with you
The cancer of hate, all know you are behind it
But what you seed today one day you’ll find it
The house of death and the house of fear you design
Culprits in shoes, pretending to be guardians benign
There’s something called honor, more beastly were mongols
Armies never send to other nation ambassadors with kashkols
You strike our heels you serpents, you don’t change
Nations come later first your urgents, hate and revenge
You could of lifted the nation but arrogant copy cats
All the begging and mourning never helps your brain fats
And the burdens of your sins you make the poor drag
Too busy straightening creases in your uniforms and swags
The lion was an honorable man but your dark goals
You take energy out of the good with your dark souls
Turning people against people, evil schemes, dark incest
The puppet show won’t do it, can’t do it, try your best
All the Babylons admit higher power, get buried knee deep
The world is action reactions, hate you’re seeding you’ll reap
Away with your thirst to hold on to that baton
Running athwart to democracy your brains get fatten