Picturesque and in distress in….nSYRIA!nIt’s scarier.nStrong and broken – it’s true.nSYRIA!nI’m serious. nI’m looking out for -nGhostly horizons etched in -nSYRIA!nIt’s scarier.nThe everlasting portion of the pie-stuck-in-the-sky-and out to dry....nnAnd the wheel goes on…..nWith miles and miles from my gun.nTurn it up-up, turn it!nTurn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it!nFar fetched and flung…..nWith miles and miles from my gun.nTurn it up-up, turn it!nTurn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it!nnI got my own morale-a-mill.nFrom Syria.nHysteria.nOh, you ate the seed before the meal!nStare, Slam, how dare theynYOU ate the words write out of my mouth! (Huh)nSYRIA.nThe ever lasting portion of the pie-stuck-in-the-sky-hung out to dry.nnAnd the wheel goes on…..nWith miles and miles from my gun.nTurn it up-up, turn it!nTurn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it!nStar-struck and slung…..nWith miles and miles from my gun.nTurn it up-up, turn it!nTurn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it!nnBright-with-the-frighten-eyeline,nAt Syria!nHysteria!nBrown-with-a-doubt-in-his-mind….nSyria.nIt’s scarier…nBut what is he in for?nGhostly horizons etched in,nSyrianIt’s Scarier!nThe everlasting fortune that,nSyria….nIt’s scarier!nnTurn itnUp-up-up!nTurn itnUp-up-up!nTurn itnUp-up-up!nTurn itnUp-up-up!nTurn itnUp-up-up!nTurn itnUp-up-up!