body of oil
            tainted soil
            what we're doing
            could it be right?
            freedom of palm trees
            shaving off your knees
            as long as they're moving
            and singing our songs
            tying tongues lightly
            cloaking unsightly
            they won't go looking
            if they think there's no light
            body of oil
            tainted soil
            what we're doing
            how could it be wrong?
            
            the sand is all consuming, we've got nothing to breathe, nowhere to go
            roses may be blooming but their eyes can only see what they're shown
            trample memories, topple thought, can fire fought wars ever regrow?
            chanting "envy!" as they stomp on mother's shops, oh what do we know
            
            molded lies
            poisoned youth and poisoned gloves
            burrowed in our sum
            burn the sky
            burn the mighty gods above
            what have they done
            if we die
            we'll go out with our thumbs
            buried in their tongues
            it we try
            we've(weave) everything to be won
            only pillars will(we'll) be gone