My veins ran thick
with petrol
My rulers bled me
I fell as I was
felled before –
when I was
wood
and knew no
Evil
Pipes and Wells
ran like a Wen,
steel mosquitos
tore my
skin
Black Gold
My own no more
I mangled men
I spat their gore
Black Gold
Crushed and refined,
siphoned
and sold
Above,
this oriflamme proclaims
my woe, but
singing waters
move my mass
Below.
- 专辑:Sirens and Silences/Work Resumed on the Tower
- 歌手:News from Babel
- 歌曲:Black Gold