The Bleeding Ground

Echoes of screaming That fell on deaf ears Chaos still reigns Fueled by the tears Of children in anguish Their lives torn apart Begging for help from Cold black hearts Heaven can't help us Hell puts us down That's what it's like on The bleeding ground Gasping for air We can actually see Government testing Says it's ok to breathe A hot oily resin Covers the trees Our moans of despair Float away on the breeze Useless protectors Only slap hands Let the animals Destroy the land Once we were cleansed By natures' wrath Then without choice We're back on the wrong path