Oceans of sanctity, there’s one on every corner Like cheap brothels for each order But whores have dignity Free from iniquity, the bricks quite certainly Have never killed for peace
Empty stomach, empty wallets Empty words will let them eat
Some have learned from mistakes Some have yet to learn that they were made
Try to make this all translucent
Screaming the banshee Escalating violence is a memory; a creed Colonial persistence crushing culture like disease Giving dust and taking seed
Some have learned from mistakes Some have yet to learn that they were made
Try to make this all translucent Try to make this all translucent Show what lives inside It’s hazy but relentless Results may change with time Broken on the inside but better for it