Marching West

When will stop begging for more?
I'm tired of marching west
Looking in mirrors, we are not poor
We own the rest
Feeling disaster approach our house
We strike the other
Willing amnesia to erase doubt
We killed our mother

All of this land is mine
God told me!
God told me
All of this land is mine
God chose me!
Get off of it
All of this land is mine
God told me!
God told me
All of this land is mine
God chose me!
Get off of it

This is the legacy that we leave
To explain away mass graves
"Heaven instructed us to go save
They're better off this way"
Mind splitting open we push it down
We can't confront this shame
Say to your mirror: "it's all over now
Aren't you glad times have changed?"

All that you have is mine
God told me!
God told me
All that you have is mine
God chose me!
To profit
All of this land is mine
My fathers controlled it
None of this is a crime
A joy to behold it

Give it up, you no longer own
The place where you were born
Your ancestors are gone and so are you
What are you gonna do?
Give it up, give it up, give it up
Give it up, we do not even know just what we stole
And in the process we gave up our souls
Within us bones corrode
Oh Jesus, our humanity, we gave it up



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Reed
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