Текст песни Dead Work [USA] - Mute

Текст:

The world of fire The last to be discovered Nowhere to hide All maps have been filled in No land unclaimed Power consolidated Voracious hands Pick through the bloody bones The age of exploration Will see it's final foe In these nomadic people Who call these lands their home The waves that carry with them The final truth be told Blood lust does such to drive them As does the fame or gold In 20 years near all were lost Expansion paid at any cost In 50 more the line was done The fires dead Now left to rot beneath the sun This story mirrors others And they all end the same A tome of endless slaughter With total lack of shame A product of the whiteness The plague of pallid skin Ever so condescending Despite being internally akin History has been wiped clean From all of modern history Past indiscretions lie Under the ashes of lost time Millions of lives cleansed of their thoughts Two continents connected by their loss Thousands of cultures no longer lived Their gifts of knowledge Forever held captive by dead languages

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