Keep Acting Like You're Not Going to Shoot Me

A land demands purity
Its Zion bathes them in concrete
The language of death
The language of the beast
Cleansed
(Resettled)

Missing faces under ground
Destroyed by the force of God
Cleansed, resettled
The language of death
The language of the beast
Cleansed
(Resettled)

The olive trees weep dry blood
Memory is
The olive trees weep dry blood
Memory is
Lost
Lost in the sand

Lost
Lost in the sand
Cleansed, resettled

A perda de memória histórica não foi um acidente, mas método e subproduto
Vivemos a imaginar alternativas de bar em bar, esperando insurgências