Текст песни Dead Work [USA] - Fauna

Текст:

Roaming the hillsides grazing the land Innumerable beasts in the shadows of mountains Spirits of life signal death for all men A gift meant for all soon to meet their demise Setting their sights on the staples of others A plague that is looming like clouds in the sky As god preaches on that all men are brothers Your claim is that demons are stealing your rights Wantonly kill what you cant tame Your sense of worth is not innate A trail of dead lies in your wake Unused and left to rot away A product, a diction Constructed a victim Brought near to extinction Emptied of all that made it great Freedom of movement has become a curse Over inflated are egos, importance and worth Steaming ahead to the vastness beyond Where you piled your problems that you wanted gone Finding yourself once encroaching again An enclosement of steel, lashing out from within The gunpowder cracks and the knives now unsheathed A mountain of bone when the smoke, it has cleared Once herds roamed 30 millions strong Now dwindle to the point of none Erased from modern history Found on your 5 cent piece No we will never get them back That much is a genetic fact Specters of what they used to be No longer roam a golden sea

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