Final Confrontation
[I: Driving the Moles Away]
We don't want your arm, we don't want your hand
All we really want is for you to leave our land
We don't want your foot, we don't want your toe
All we really want is for you to pack and go
We don't want your necks, we don't want your backs
All we really want is for you to hit the tracks
We don't want your nose, we don't want your lip
All we really want is for you to take a trip
We don't want your skin, we don't want your hair
All we really want is for you to become rare
We don't want your tongue, we don't want your ear
All we really want is for you to disappear
We don't want your ankle, we don't want your knee
All we really want is for you to quickly leave
We don't want your palm, we don't want your wrist
All we really want is for you to soon be missed
We don't want your brow, we don't want your eye
All we really want is for you to puke and die
[II: Don't Tread On Me]
Hatred has hunger and hatred has eyes
Hatred has purpose and hatred has size
Hatred has honor but hatred hates lies
Assailants of mercy with hate in your eyes
Do not disturb us, you might be surprised
We are not weaklings to tremble and die
Hatred has dignity, hatred is clear
Hatred has courage and hatred is dear
Hatred has virtue and hatred is here
Odious enemy do not come near
There is no pity nor tenderness here
There is no mercy just villainous fear
Let my children live, in a holy land
Let my children live, in a holy land
Let my children live in a land that's low
Where the holes are deeper than light can go
Let them have not pride but instead a soul
That can see the shame of the hands that glow
[III: The Short War]
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[IV: Resolution]
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