| Scars On Land |
|---|
| We take what’s dead |
| And breathe life in |
| And move like knives |
| Through scars on land |
| Still untouched |
| No stain of hands |
| Caramelized |
| In a tilted light |
| No chain stays unbroken |
| All aims get forgotten |
| The weight of lead |
| On floors of sand |
| The idea reduced again |
| To outcome |
| No chain stays unbroken |
| All aims get forgotten |
