Malachite Fields
Over malachite fields we walk
Forgetting delusions and how to talk
Inside memories we forgot
A new light would appear
Over malachite fields we watch
The bloodthirsty rabbit hunts another frog
In ruins of old-time shops
An old light disappears
The forces of steel
The lust for the gold
The riches of silver
And the brasses of bronze
The flows of mercury
The lead these people eat
The products of aluminum
And copper-plated streets
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The shines of tools tear more holes
(Destroy these evils to protect our ways!)
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The god of the jewel laughs at our stones
(The manic creator illusions me!)
Over malachite fields we bleed
The green of the blood feels normal today
Inside remnants of metropolis
A strange light would appear
Over malachite fields we cry
The soda that spills from the side of the eye
Inside palaces abandoned
A faraway light disappears
The forces of steel
The lust for the gold
The riches of silver
And the brasses of bronze
The flows of mercury
The lead these people eat
The products of aluminum
And copper-plated streets
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The shines of tools tear more holes
(Destroy these evils to protect our ways!)
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The god of the jewel laughs at our stones
(The manic creator illusions me!)
Over malachite fields we freeze
The cold of the fire perplexes me
Inside a marauding peak
An alien light will appear
Over malachite fields we die
Brutally murdered by the man with purple eyes
Inside a scene from a memory
A young girl's red light disappears
The forces of steel
The lust for the gold
The riches of silver
And the brasses of bronze
The flows of mercury
The lead these people eat
The products of aluminum
And copper-plated streets
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The shines of tools tear more holes
(Destroy these evils to protect our ways!)
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The god of the jewel laughs at our stones
(The manic creator illusions me!)
Forgetting delusions and how to talk
Inside memories we forgot
A new light would appear
Over malachite fields we watch
The bloodthirsty rabbit hunts another frog
In ruins of old-time shops
An old light disappears
The forces of steel
The lust for the gold
The riches of silver
And the brasses of bronze
The flows of mercury
The lead these people eat
The products of aluminum
And copper-plated streets
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The shines of tools tear more holes
(Destroy these evils to protect our ways!)
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The god of the jewel laughs at our stones
(The manic creator illusions me!)
Over malachite fields we bleed
The green of the blood feels normal today
Inside remnants of metropolis
A strange light would appear
Over malachite fields we cry
The soda that spills from the side of the eye
Inside palaces abandoned
A faraway light disappears
The forces of steel
The lust for the gold
The riches of silver
And the brasses of bronze
The flows of mercury
The lead these people eat
The products of aluminum
And copper-plated streets
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The shines of tools tear more holes
(Destroy these evils to protect our ways!)
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The god of the jewel laughs at our stones
(The manic creator illusions me!)
Over malachite fields we freeze
The cold of the fire perplexes me
Inside a marauding peak
An alien light will appear
Over malachite fields we die
Brutally murdered by the man with purple eyes
Inside a scene from a memory
A young girl's red light disappears
The forces of steel
The lust for the gold
The riches of silver
And the brasses of bronze
The flows of mercury
The lead these people eat
The products of aluminum
And copper-plated streets
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The shines of tools tear more holes
(Destroy these evils to protect our ways!)
These metals corrupt our souls
(Return to your roots before it's too late!)
The god of the jewel laughs at our stones
(The manic creator illusions me!)
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