Dig

 

I am bent towards the wreckage

of a diamond studded landscape

all those glittering promises 

slipping through my fingers

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they ploughed our backs

and scattered our bones

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I keep my head down at drill point

in a bullet bloodied landscape

all those gold lusting fingers

tight around the barrel

Oh you will dig for the devil

'til your fingers bleed

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they ploughed our backs

and scattered our bones

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rape and death

are my overseers

in the morning

rape and death

they are crouching near

in the morning

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a silent agony

and all the world's misery

was in our heads

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