I saw fuselage coming down on me

Separating life from limb

A shower of aluminum, glass and blood

All for some alien political disease

103 103 103

Crashburncrashburn



It's a bad dream I feared once

That will recur for months or even years



The tightened fingers let the rats escape

A risk in this complex world

But three hundred promises disappeared

And brought us to sift this Scottish land



Retaliation forever circles

Meanwhile a radio above explodes history

Suffocation at 33 thou, the impact never heard

They're trying our patience, those crafty ones

It's a bad dream I feared once

That will recur for months or even years