I walked till the feet bled I wished this desert would swallow me whole Born in the fire, born of this war born to stomp roads onto the horizons let me become part of the sand, part of teh air
If I could save, I would stay I could stay, I would save
Dirt and dust and blood and hate Fed on the carrion, fed on the scraps I once found god in this flame but he left this place long ago
If I could save, I would stay If I could stay, I would save
God bless the vulture king. God bless the carrion prince.
I would build a million miles of wall to keep your hate out and I would build a million homes for you to burn them down
I will not drown I will not stay I will never be the scraps in the belly of the sand but the river runs deep but I will swim, but the river deep