Here in the land that Abraham was promised to receive (desert blooms) We listen to you catechize from your pulpit overseas (platitudes) You mourn the proof of our barbarity (mourn the) But dry your eyes, oh Pharisee, a settler's can't we both speak (destiny) And both read from, same old played out scripts and hum familiar tunes (manifest) Fixed frequencies, stuck in locking grooves (locking) We both profess noble intent As we civilize human impediments If your hands are clean then noblesse oblige Wipe those who me? Looks off of your faces and concede (Drunk with blood) Our designs separated by (Devour flesh) Nothing more than place and time (Building facts) Different scenes, same crimes (Settlers) Pray, let him who's without sin cast the first statues of The former rogues turned folk heroes Your forefathers hung Don't lecture me about plundered soil While you loaf upon your father's spoils We want nothing more than what you already have Comforting of exculpatory facts Like, say, a mythic land, a conquest so complete We can pull these tanks from our streets and Hand the loose ends over to bureaucrats and become just like you Lounging carefree in cafes, absolved from sin Human grenades, entre nous How did your desert bloom?