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sioux day moving along inside a promise a temptation not a now day not a year day but a sioux day
sioux day moving along inside a promise a temptation not a now day not a year day
iron horse tearing across the prairie like a slaughtering breath exhalation
a hissing whisper arm upreaching grasping and bleeding
iron horse tearing across the prairie like a slaughter
you say a soul flame is burning out somewhere in a deep black space but i do not believe
mahpiua luta a red cloud the united states of america mahpiua luta red cloud the united states of america
sioux day moving along inside let's have
kills everything around me i am dead
kills everything around me i am dead
swollen our mother's rivers run fast with blood the sound of water over rocks is no longer music
the sound of water over the rocks is no longer music it kills
it kills everything around me i am dead
kills everything around me i am dead
my eyes merged with the bullseye
it's on the end of the fire pit
it kills everything around me and i am dead around me i am dead
sing when my time comes i will be falling downstream but i do not believe i will
you say a beaten woman is sinking between sea to shining sea but i do not believe the manifest destiny
or genocide if you want to be obvious
sioux day moving along inside a promise a temptation not a now day not a year day iron horse tearing across the prairie like a slaughtering breath exhalation a hissing whisper arm upreaching grasping and bleeding or genocide if you want to be obvious genocide if you want to be obvious genocide if you want to be obvious
you want to be obvious genocide manifest destiny mahpiua luta a red cloud the united states of america a red cloud the united states of america
swollen rivers run fast with blood and the water over the rocks is no longer music the swollen rivers run red fast with blood the sound of water over the rocks is no longer music
kills everything around me i am dead swollen swollen swollen swollen swollen the rivers run fast with blood the sound of water over the rocks is no longer music kills everything around me i am dead. sioux day. mahpiua luta. a red cloud. the united states of america.