Another Dead's Land

My dear one, pay attention
'Cause you're way close to the truth
And you're about to see our sky
It ain't completaly blue

Don't ever put your nose where there's something to cut it off
In the places where the snow doesn't ever come at all
There is blood that's falling from the mountains to the roads

And that's how it is living in another dead's land

No one that you know is the way that it seems to be, and
Nowhere that you go is that actual place you think
If you're young enough, then you're able to disappear

Cause there's blood in the papers and there's bodies in the ground

Funniest part of story: it's not a matter of side
If you have the power, you will take it upside down
Wisest let us know how useless our words are
So carry 20 guns and call the finger bus stop

And I'd like to think that's all going to stop
But twenty years of power screams me in the ears that no
Even if we call each other "free one and free all"
We know words mean nothing, nothing but fuckin' control

Take the way you rather to arrive never ever land
Every road is impregnated by cocaine and blood
And it sounds like a curse, a luck, a shame, a blame, a sentence
But dictators and poets are the ones we remember