I found myself a new world sailed around its ring I wrought myself a country and I crowned myself its king I made myself religion carved christ in ivory I deemed an airtight Sunday to justify myself all the bleeding I clawed myself a nation and I've shopped its waterways I crack the dirt for smoking out rhymes of energy I gouge myself a pipeline and I dig myself a mine I take myself a forest to sap the growing up of your shrine
I've halted ghosts from dancing swept the prayers from the last ones left I kept the drums from breathing it's I that warped the blanket's web I that warp the blankets weft
to speak in some such candor I rip from the condor's wing I feed on loving bodies and take the land from them to stanch their living take the land from them to stanch the livingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
