And with rabies in your eyes
The black line starts to cry
For the mystery of your head
Your godhead, your godhead
You burned indians at stake
Drove the stick from anus to mouth
And raped girls in bleeding lines
Of heaving spines, of sobbing spines
Cows cry, the tigers sigh
Wild-eyed as they expire
As you pump forth your smoldering empire
The black lust of hopeless gain
I watched you rape indian girls
I breathed in as they exhaled
Dead sticks held open your eyes
Don't shy away! Don't shy away!
Mother! Father! Look straight at life
Don't be afraid of the truth today
Who put the black rose in the sea?
It was me! It was me!
Who dug the hole inside us all?
I did it all! I did it all!
Who turned the clouds all into fire?
Take me higher! Take me higher!
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