Sacred Ground
It's never ending, when will it stop?
Was it not enough to take our lands
To slaughter us like animals
Will you ever leave us alone
The country sat silent as you ripped the blood from the earth
Selling more of our land just so you can turn a profit
Kill our culture
How can we trust the process now
How much is there left to take from us
Counting cash and paying no dues
Photo ops for the parasites
As people's lives are washed away
One hundred thousand years of history
Lost to the pockets of the filthy rich
Take away our rights and culture then send us to an early grave
Wipe the blood off your hands
We wouldn't want you to feel the guilt
From all the pain and atrocities
And currencies that are sent overseas
Communities ripped apart for profit
Drinking water turns to mud
There's no 'fortune' for our people
Just dread and disgust
Get it
Lock them up
Throw away the key
How can we trust the process now
How much is there left to take from us
Counting cash and paying no dues
Photo ops for the parasites
As people's lives are washed away
The fabric of us torn away
Every fibre of our being
Stripped away until there's nothing left
Then rip us from the inside out
Was it not enough to take our lands
To slaughter us like animals
Will you ever leave us alone
The country sat silent as you ripped the blood from the earth
Selling more of our land just so you can turn a profit
Kill our culture
How can we trust the process now
How much is there left to take from us
Counting cash and paying no dues
Photo ops for the parasites
As people's lives are washed away
One hundred thousand years of history
Lost to the pockets of the filthy rich
Take away our rights and culture then send us to an early grave
Wipe the blood off your hands
We wouldn't want you to feel the guilt
From all the pain and atrocities
And currencies that are sent overseas
Communities ripped apart for profit
Drinking water turns to mud
There's no 'fortune' for our people
Just dread and disgust
Get it
Lock them up
Throw away the key
How can we trust the process now
How much is there left to take from us
Counting cash and paying no dues
Photo ops for the parasites
As people's lives are washed away
The fabric of us torn away
Every fibre of our being
Stripped away until there's nothing left
Then rip us from the inside out
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Finlay, Andrew Cooke, Axel Best, Jaya Shinn, Nathaniel Patterson
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