Letra da Música Paleface de Straighten Things Out

Paleface came on his high horses
Blood and tears were shed.
Slaughtered our wives and children were.
Our villages burnt down until the last one
He jeered our savage culture and beliefs.
Of the place with arrogance, he took possession.

Our lands were soiled, our woods decimated,
Our shores disfigured then he chased us away.
Playing novice sorcerer he poisoned our creeks.
The nauseating smokes swept the sweet perfume
Of the grassland he wasted away.

Concrete forests grew up, and in their brambles,
Our prisoner souls scrape everyday.
What nature creates he enjoys destroying.
His heart is black, like the gold he kills his fellow men for
And he spread all along the shores.

Concrete forests grew up and in their brambles,
Our prisoner souls scrape everyday.

Greedy for existential riches, he always digs the depths of the absurd.
His obscene cupidity obscured his eyes
Yet, he d only have to hold up his head to realize
(that after all) the only essential rich is the world that surrounds him.

by emo_kid