A shepherd born in primal days Washed with tears in Bakkah Dressed with verses Shadowed with acts Claimed to be heard in Hira Dried be your face that you turn to Ka'bah every day The same shit since it has begun A place in Makkah in the middle of nowhere Revolve around it with lies We released insects from hell We'd heard there were still believers We infiltrated under this cover And we saw it was just barren space