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You're criticised and weaponised
You only thrive by spreading lies
Got the world so hypnotised
And mesmerised, but you're dead inside
Must be nice to pick a prize
Have the whole world by your side
And if we dare criticise
We become dehumanised
I'm paying for somebody else's mistake
Tell me how many lives does it take
Til you feel like we deserve a break
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Itsahell*, Itsahell, for the exiles
Itsahell, Itsahell, for the occupied
Evangelicals praying for armageddon
Want Jesus to come back, think they'll go to heaven
How typical to miss the point of the lesson
They said they'll remember but they keep forgetting
So I'm paying for somebody else's mistake
Tell me how many lives does it take
Til you feel like we deserve a break
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Itsahell, Itsahell, for the exiles
Itsahell, Itsahell, for the occupied
Itsahell, Itsahell, for the exiles
Itsahell, Itsahell, it's apartheid.
Now we've made it to this part of the play. The part where we pretend that we're fighting for democracy.
But really, it's a democracy for some, not for all, isn't it?
And the only reason that you are fighting now is because your freedom is threatened. Otherwise we would've gone business-as-usual.
You know the drill: oppression, apartheid, settler colonialism, white supremacy... That's your legacy.
Well, for me...
I dream of a place where we are all free
Where it doesn't matter if you're black, white, or anything in between
Whether you're a Jew, a Muslim, a Christian, or if you don't believe
Whether you're hetero, metro, trans, fem and queer
You can be what you wanna be here. x6
That's what I wanna see.
A Palestine that's free.
*word play; Israel -> Itsahell
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