Seen the ocean once
and once i saw the trees
look around
and that's all gone now
the fat get fatter
and we cry
they swallow everything as we die
would they ever cool their toes in this sand
feel the crunching leaves as their walking hand in hand

MARCH RAPE MARCH
visualize the ties that rule this land
the most usefull knots a windsor
the hand ruled by the man

iv'e seen the ocean, it's sick and full of shit
the forests turned to feilds
much like where we throw our dead
bowed my head i know it used to be there
killing is the job
youve seen it on the job
pack of lied to soldigers
heads wrapped in a comfy noose
watch the land die
in his hands
dirt too good a name