el mensaje de los descendientes (a song that was written a long while ago while i was with elvehjem)

resist, take it back again. resist, take it back again. resist, take it back again. forraje para los fuegos. animales de los petroleros. these are the starving, the dying, the indigenous once free and i ask you what are we? the oil on your hands, won't wash clean, as the cleansing waters only bead and the impoverished souls are plagued by destiny... to serve, to die, to give up their lives, for Old Glory is waving good bye. forraje para los fuegos. animales de los petroleros. these are the starving, the dying, the indigenous once free and i ask you what are we? for Old Glory is waving goodbye. the red stripes symbolize the blood of these games. the games are the same. the flesh and the flame. for old glory is waving goodbye. she's singing headstone hymns tonight. blood for oil. blood for oil. blood for oil. blood for oil. tap all my veins.