Believers in Allah,
Believers in God,
Throwing lives at each other,
Telling Lies to cover,
Their sins.

We must find a way to ease the hatred in their eyes,
Or the storm will take us all,
Cause there's a storm coming,
You can feel it in the air,
There's a big storm coming,
You can feel it in the air.

Modern weapons of war,
In the hands of superstitious nomads of the desert,
But they're the same race of people,
That wrote the Bible,
So you've got to ask yourself,
In the face of what they say:
Do you believe in reason,
Or does magic hold sway?

Got to find a way,
To stop the storm that's coming,
With a red sky in the morning,
You'd think we'd learned enough by now, ...

We must find a way to ease the hatred in their eyes.