There's a lovely woman beneath our feet
But we drain her blood till she can't breathe
And cut the trees for a meaningless wage
And use the oils for temporary things
Set pur d**hbed for earlier days
Mother your beauty aches
Father your sky breaks
Dry up the lakes and say our prayers
For we have lost all light for she has lost all sight it seeks it way to ourn minds we are the k**er we are the parasite
And when it rains I hope you see the pain you make, look at what the Native Americans say, be thankful and give back what you take cause in time it will pay
We took her her beauty we took her soul well reap what we stole my god we did this to ourselves