I am no man/ My name is unimportant/ My mysteries are many in the paths that I orbit/ My histories, enormous/ Long before the era of the Romans/ I built monuments up like Stonehenge/ But with the greatest accuracy that skill hones/ I left my place to wander earth and to build thrones/ And conquer tribes along the altiplano hill zones/ Crushing enemy bones with strength of a millstone/ ..Inside the face of your oppression I would give life/ And taught the wise among my people how to live right/ You saw my shadows in the midnight, inside the light of the moon/ That fell along the valleys of a ridge site/ I speak with many tongues/ I carried the faint traces of Babel's imagery/ That still lives on/ When I built the mighty towers of stone to be my home/ So my name would never be separated from what I own/ Long before the viruses of the wicked were in my bones/ I constucted palaces on a mountain covered in gold/
Chorus No, no, no no, no more/ Skeletons danced at night in Chimor/ No, no, no no, no mas/ Skeletons dance tonight in Lima/ But the living don't remember the dead, and everything we thought was important is buried instead.
The truth is searing/ My children made tremendous advances within the practice of genomic engineering/ Developed many species of corn from one seed/ And created almost all of the crops that people eat/ .Potatoes and tomatoes to squash and kindey beans/ Yes, the earth has been blessed by the wisdom my people breathed/ And the agricultural engineering that we conceived/ We converted barren mountains to farmable terracing/ ...And made war against the Chimor kings/ Amassing territory, spreading our socialistic regimes/ Of an economic, vertically integrated machine/ There were no hungry left in the cities that we redeemed/ ...But the shadow grows/ Eventually the descendants of those I left alone would find our new home/ In 1492, they found the Caribbean/ ..Changing the course of the millenium/ From building our cities to killing them/ The epidemics were spread amongst my lands/ The collapse of great civilizations and many clans/
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Soon an era of war was waged upon me/ The pale skins invading the land of Haudenausaunee/ Disease moving quicker than guns/ Even when my sons fought with great ability the disease won/ I tried to quench fear/ ...But once the epidemics came to my cities, the populations of nations would disappear/ And the survivors were left to be ravished 500 years/ They exported most of my gold, stolen from every pier/ ...And then imported Africans to replace/ The human lives that were destroyed, molding a mixed race/ So a cosmopolitan population was being formed/ ..The histories of many new nations were being born/ ...I witnessed the revolutions of Bolivar/ End of slavery and the foundation of fifty stars/ Dirty Wars started by Dictators that took office/ To the narcotic cop helicopters in the Chiapas/ I am América, the mother of many graves/ The living culmination of Lords and many Slaves.