Heal these weary selves
Mend this gutted soul
Wanna know where I'm from?
I'm from these blighted fields
And concrete hells
We've been cast off to
This how we suppose to live?
Meant to labor for scraps
On delusions of what we're meant to think is free?
Addict to consumption
Detract from self
Cherished nothings
In lives that won't last
Oh their unforgivable deeds
They've brainwashed our families
Ravaged our homelands
Looters for god and king
Inflict god
Inflict fear
They won't concede so
Rack everything that you need
Set sweet flame to the rest