Siren Music

Throats parched with empty words
Like wadis athirst for God
Siren music, bow-headed flags
Dead lies a city loose in the land

Baptised in morning dew
The whole deadened city wakes up anew
So what truth can I believe
In a world that wants to be deceived
I’ll just save my own soul

And let the world go straight to hell
Where angels in straitjackets dwell
For I will not die for no land
The land will die for me
And no God will write my biography

Our songs will be heard no more
We’re old enough to go die in a war
No blood upon our door
Nameless we lay dead on the floor

Magic carpets carry our souls
Moonwards a city rises and falls
Her womb filled with clouds
Blackened saffron covers the ground
So what truth can I believe
In a world that wants to be deceived
I’ll just save my own soul

And let the world go straight to hell
Where angels in straitjackets dwell
For I will not cry for no girl
The girl will cry for me
And no God will write my biography

Our songs will be heard no more
We’re old enough to go die in a war
No blood upon our door
Nameless we lay dead on the floor

Moonlit chandeliers darken and fall
The walls that guard our soul, impregnable

Our songs will be heard no more
We’re old enough to go die in a war
No blood upon our door
Nameless we lay upon the floor