Silent Planet - Native Blood

The barren wastes, bearing down on me
Cracks in the clouds leave me wondering
Did the oceans dry out and return to the sky
For a privileged perspective of our final goodbye?

Pretend it’s a house of peace while she’s buried underneath
You built your Father’s house over my mother’s grave

Bodies, a mass grave collapse the concave floor
These sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt
Because the earth is trembling, if only we had eyes to see it shake
Ignorant until we expire

When the ocean fills our veins and the soil becomes my bones
Maybe we’ll fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for slaves

We were dressed in potential now we’re draped in sorrow

Our race is a bloodstain spattered on a profane political campaign, manifest your destiny
Stripes and stars comprise my prison bars, the cost of liberty

Maybe we’ll fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody
Poured out for slaves
Maybe this storm is a perfect score for wretched bodies washed ashore, poured out for me

The life I loved looking up at me, saplings struck like daggers hemorrhaging streams as the breath of my people return to the ground so forests can once more abound
The suffering cross that overcame, the name of Love made concurrent with shame

This melody, I thought it familiar it sounds like your heartbeat keeping time, then you turn and remind me that this pain has a purpose. And maybe we’ll fall asleep tonight