Dawnlands -

It’s hard to imagine

What this place was like before

When the land was sovereign

When the houses lined the streets

Those days have gone

A vulgar future is coming

The child of greed has built his house

In the place that I call home

And I wonder,

Will it ever change

All my ill-fated memories die with the past

So lay down your roads

The heat boils the pavement

And pick clean the bones

Leave the bodies by the wayside