Incoming کے بول

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 my heads in the bottom of a (basket) A death bomb exploding in a war of pointlessness and hatred 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 That's because a bullets smashed this poor pawn's spine Here comes a candle to light you to bed Here comes a chopper to chop of your head Knights templar murderous dogs killing for a God they cannot see Crusade forth (in darkness) in darkness under a starlite (sky) My neck hurts My neck hurts Such serious human behaviour My neck hurts My neck hurts Just because my home is holy land