Face up on dry earth
too sallow to sing your worth
Wonder why we pray
to be golden another day
Ocean of fire
grown for the mother's pyre
Mother, your black blood
was sold for another sun
Dancing 'round the core
too sallow to sing your worth
Wonder why we pray
to be golden another day
Ocean of fire
grown for the mother's pyre
Mother, your black blood
was sold for another sun
Dancing 'round the core