***** water rushing down From a mountain path of fake forgiveness. Flowing into broken windows Of what was once your home.
Winged creatures walking Not using the splintered extra limbs. Chant "four-eyes, four-eyes", oh, My mutated eyes, How they burn.
The smoke is rising, higher Into my face. Blow away. Choking, wheezing, dying, My family, where are they now? Are they decorating the walls You created with our now polished bark?
Take back your unapproved ways And remove your mark. Give back our wild lives, not leaving us as strays. Stop claiming us as your property, Because all of this was once ours only to us.