Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim
Burying my name in the soil
Past the borders beyond the hill, through seasons of nothing
Safe for the self-destructing wild
Memories get altered
No point of reference to hold
It feels like someone is watching
As I tear into the skin of the innocence and decadence
We settled in and tapped the veins where blood runs pure
Troubles our cure for a while
Clouds of dust they suffocate the sprawl and greed
Built on greed and still
The wind wipes out numbers
Livestock are licking on bones
Children stare into empty vases
While outside concrete is poured over open shallow graves
