Going on their lands for sale to stake my claim
|
Burn my name in the soil
|
Out past the borders beyond the hill
|
Through seasons of nothing
|
Safe for the self-destructive world
|
Memories get altered
|
No point of reference to hold
|
And it feels like someone is watching
|
Asi tear into the skin of innocence
|
And decadence for awhile
|
|
So we settled in and half the veins where blood runs pure
|
Troubled the cure for a short while
|
Out in the dust they suffocate the sprawl and greed
|
Bent on breed and stare
|
And children stare
|
Stare through shiny little boxes
|
|
-----------------
|
Sanchez
|
| Calexico |
