Lost without trace indigenous race taken by force and displaced. Sons
|
of the land true American they made their last stand for survival. Pain
|
greed and fear manifest destiny is here. Lies hate revenge crimes of the
|
past are avenged. We're spreading the blood of the innocent. Loud were
|
their cries vicious yet wise a people of peace forced to fight fractured and
|
few the invaders knew against them they would not unite.
|
|
[Pre-chorus / chorus]
|
Promises that were made broken and quickly betrayed on reservations
|
they're enslaved a race of resentment and rage. God had a plan this
|
once savage man has justice poetically made. Temptations of sin that
|
once did them in now has us the slaves to the Indian
|
[Pre-chorus / Chorus.]
|
|
-----------------
|
Blood Of The Innocent
|
| Cage |
