The sun ablaze as Maria's foot touches the sand On northern land, as human contraband She got her name passed down to the Boss Now she’s stuck on a truckbed, clutching her cross Yanqui guns, blood debts on the loans Smoldering fields with rape, rubble, and bones Graves hidden, trapped in visions of war She prays to nothing, no one, nobody no more
Tear away at the mask Oh, tear away at the mask
And now she's got a quota, the needle and thread crucifixion Sold and shipped across the new line of Mason Dixon Rippin' through denim, the point an inch from her vein The foreman approaches, his steps pound in her brain His steps pound in her brain Her arms jerks, the sisters gather ’round her and scream As if in a dream, eyes on the crimson stream Numb as her wrists spit blood to the floor I am nothing, no one, nobody no more
Tear away at the mask Tear away at the mask Tear away at the mask Ooh, tear away at the mask
No minute to rest No moment to pray No minute to rest No moment to pray No minute to rest It eclipses her day Just a moment to pray Just a moment to pray
No minute to rest No moment to pray No minute to rest No moment to pray No minute to rest It eclipses her day Just a moment to pray Just a moment to pray
No minute to rest No moment to pray No minute to rest No moment to pray No minute to rest It eclipses her day Just a moment to pray Just a moment to pray
Tear away at the mask Tear away at the mask Tear away at the mask Tear away at the maskTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
