Incoming - Sydonia

Aristocrats' heads in baskets victims of a system they perpetuate

Roaring crowds call for blood under a perfect sky

My neck hurts

My neck hurts

Such serious human behaviour

My neck hurts

My neck hurts

Just because your head’s in the bottom of a basket

A death bomb exploding in a war of pointlessness and hatered

The trenches filled with blood under a smoke filled sky

My neck hurts

My neck hurts

Such serious human behaviour

My neck hurts

My neck hurts

Just because a bullet smashed this poor pawn’s spine

Here comes a candle to light you to bed

Here comes a chopper to chop off your head

Knights Templar murderous dogs killing for a god they cannot see

Crusade forth in darkness under a perfect sky

My neck hurts

My neck hurts

Such serious human behaviour

My neck hurts

My neck hurts

Just because my home is holy land