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