Please sit for the coronation, bells ring for the new retractor
Preparation for the deconstruction, of a broken nation, with a people fractured
We fucked with a heart of gold, or was it a crown of thorns?
Fed tales of perseverance, truth too dark for story boards
The sun burns through the scars, our feet boil in the sand
How did we end up here? In a stolen nation, with caretakers abandoned
I never knew that we could be so cold
They never knew we could be so cold
Oh father tell me oh why have you wronged me?
Like my father before his father before him
I always wanted to be the first
Are we a blessing or a curse?
In the soil lies generations, valleys echo with ancient voices
Diesel engine penetration, heralds the excavation, of an ancient culture
As the spirits traverse the land, deposit the souls of unborn children
Waiting eternally, in the caves and rivers, to be born again
White ghosts plague a haunted nation, grey men in a house of fiction
Proclaiming that a peoples birth right, is not a rite of passage, fucking lifestyle choices
I can’t believe us, I can’t stay quiet
I cannot stand back and witness cultural violence
I always wanted to be the first
Are we a blessing or a curse?
They never knew that we could be so cold
I never knew that we could be
Drive back the pioneers
I want to raise my voice, I want to bear my teeth
I want to give volume to those who are choked with silent screams
I will not be a witness, confined to the bleachers
As our government spits on the aborigine and proclaims them as leeches
They never knew that we could be so cold
I never knew that we could be so cold
Drive back the pioneers