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The Virus
Lyrics
The people
The virus took on many shapes
The bear, the elk, the antelope, the elephant, the deer
The mineral, the iron, the copper, the coltan, the rubber
The coffee, the cotton, the sugar
The people
The germ traveled faster than the bullet
They harvest the mountains inside, protect the crops, herd the cattle
The people
The women and children were separated from the men
They're divided as a foot into the regional filters of their minds
The violence of arrogance, crawls into the air, nestles into the geospatial cortex
We are not a conquered people
Drum beats by region
I was awakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
Awakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
The missionaries never hid their perspective
Perspectives of land, but rather see us disappear
Recyclable prayers
The people
This is my body, which is given for you
The people
This is my blood
We are not a conquered people
I was awakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
Awakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
Writer(s): Ian Fern Campeau, Timothy Craig Hill, Ehren Thomas, Saul Stacey Williams
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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