The Chemical Crusaders - Prey for Nothing

Waking into nightmares

Of a new-old middle east

Engulfed by superstitions

And intricate release

The beast to wear this burden

WIll not join in this feast

Warmongers in our bedrooms

Bequeathed their legacies

So — you’ll break an open door

When you step upon my shores

Like the good old times of yore

Claim you spoils of war

I will heed the sound

Of the fog horns when they’ll ring

When the zero hour comes

Bringing angel on steel wings

My knees kiss the ground

And my face against this loam

As The Chemical Crusaders

Carve their mark upon my home

Dread consumes my lifetime

And depraves me of myself

My family is scattered

I no longer fear my death

Once an educated student

Of your cultures and degrees

Now I walk among you, strangers

In the wasteland you left me

So — read between the slugs

Between trip-wired lugs

Between the graves I dug

Deep down we’re all thugs