كلمات 103

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