Paroles de Dawnlands

It's hard to imagine What this place was like before When the land was sovereign When the houses lined the streets Those days have gone A vulgar future is coming The child of greed has built his house In the place that I call home And I wonder Will it ever change All my ill-fated memories die with the past So lay down your roads The heat boils the pavement And pick clean the bones Leave the bodies by the wayside