Fall away from the ground, from the land you have known all of your days. A new world haze, as the tears fall & land in this foreign place, far from home. Far from all that you've loved & have ever known. Dispossessed calling. This c**ture is burning. They don't want you to think now; they don't want you to breath now. They don't want you speaking your tongue. They don't want you to live now. They want to keep your c**ture down. Fall away. Fall alone, far away from the coasts that you have known.
Where you've grown.
Far way from that language that you spoke as a son to the ones left behind.
A c**ture burns.
Where you've grown.
Far way from that language that you spoke as a son to the ones left behind.
A c**ture burns.