Blood is the river that flows
Stabs after stabs
From filial swords
Shots after shots
From our supposed protector's guns
Tears is the stream in which we drown
While our fathers sing Humpty-dumpty sat on the wall
The very ground that swallowed our umbilical cords despise us
So we run
From you, from them, from us
To lands green seeking the gold rush
We once had gold but it's now covered in rust
Maybe we should head to the mountains
To get closer to the clouds
To yell in it's ears
And ask; Whose ewe did we steal?
Which god's sacrifice have we mortals eaten?
That has rendered us countless times by vipers bitten
That has made our lives less in value against cattle or perhaps beetles
Whose sacrifice have we eaten?