The Colony Songtext
von Vera Sola

I found myself a new world
Sailed around its ring
I wrought myself a country
And I crowned myself its king

And I made myself religion
Carved Christ in ivory
And I deemed an airtight Sunday
To justify myself all the bleeding

I clawed myself a nation
And I've shopped its waterways
I crack the dirt for smoking out
Rhymes of energy


I gouge myself a pipeline
And I dig myself a mine
I take myself a forest
To sap the growing up of your shrine

I've halted ghosts from dancing
Swept the prayers from the last ones left
I kept the drums from breathing
It's I that warped the blanket's web
I that warp the blankets weft

To speak in some such candor
I rip from the condor's wing
I feed on loving bodies
And take the land from them
To stanch their living
And take the land from them
To stanch their living