To what do we owe this rabid imposition Bearing it’s teeth as we spit on its grave Filling your time chasing demons out the holler Overlooking the landscape there’s nothing to save Raise the steeple Raze their fields of grain Raise a new generation Past the unsilent grave The eyes of the wood pass silent judgment The song repeats even as the winds turn A mantric dance to chase demons out the holler To share a destiny with the worm Father spilled his seed Mother barren soil Children never born The leveled fields breathe a stale new life The teeth that were found split open new veins A new god can see through the twisted roots These roots were our veins, these roots were our lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
