The Bleeding Ground

Echoes of screaming

That fell on deaf ears

Chaos still reigns

Fueled by the tears

Of children in anguish

Their lives torn apart

Begging for help from

Cold black hearts

Heaven can't help us

Hell puts us down

That's what it's like on

The bleeding ground

Gasping for air

We can actually see

Government testing

Says it's ok to breathe

A hot oily resin

Covers the trees

Our moans of despair

Float away on the breeze

Useless protectors

Only slap hands

Let the animals

Destroy the land

Once we were cleansed

By natures' wrath

Then without choice

We're back on the wrong path