A land is dying

Take my thoughts, take my dreams
take the shaking man who screams
He must not breathe, so it seems
From his golden sand of life
all grains cut, with your knife
Through my mind, through my land
make me walk, make me stand

From the feeling i once knew
u made it die, it never grew
Now you know, know it all
you got us there, behind your wall
Now leave me be, and let me feel
your ice cold land, made of steel
my skin, you slowly peel


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