As they rip us in the back. Injury done by those we hold Dear to us, the U.S.S. Cole. Anger mounts as women weep. There's no safety if we sleep.
Evil has a faceless form At the apex of the storm.
Yemen is an outlaw state Filled with seductive hate. Anger mounts as women weep. Mongers of such hate proclaim There is glory in their shame. Peace makers are a lonesome lot. Peace, a practice time forgot.