Homs
I wrote words to the stone cold god
And he answered me;
“No Love”.
Broken walls in the ancient city
Words of Hate on the walls
In my own hand.
I was here 2000 years ago
Driven like a slave here
In the warm wind.
I was married to the queen here
She worshipped Saturn's Sun
Now in the gutter I eat my food,
Bread soaked in blood.
Lonesome bird upon the wall
Assassins blade about to fall
Upon my neck, black flags fly.
Purple flowers on sandy walls they flow,
They fill my dreams tonight,
My petrol dreams.
We lay back to back on the rubble floor,
The dead child's hand in mine.
We lay back to back on the rubble floor
The dead child's hand in mine.
Lord God!
When the armoured cars arrive and hope is passed
I'll be thankful the child is dead.
Cursed be all holy food,
It's all washed in blood.
Lonesome dove upon the wall
Assassins blade about to fall
Upon my neck, but away she flies.
Theres one thing I'm going to do;
Look in my own heart.
Words and thoughts brought us to this.
It's in my own heart
In the fires of destruction there.