A look at the path we've taken as humans recorded during the Dymond period.
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Story behind the song
I am obsessed with fall, so I wanted to write a song that captured that atmosphere.
Lyrics
As I walk back home
through a street light forest
I follow my path of stone
My gloved hand
clenches into a fist
Remembering a time before all of this..
Young girls walked alone
Men watched their children
And spoke in calming tones
To their fellow man
Of their pride and trust
For their daughters and sons
The'd never rape our land
They'd never stain our land
What have we done?
What have we done?
What have we to give thanks for?
Give thanks for the bullets in my rifle
Try to identify the best thing
We've done for our land
The best thing we ever did was to steal it..
I long for the days
when I can hear the sounds
when I can smell the scents
When I can see the trees
Wish I could meet my son
and apologize
For not being heard and not replanting what was
The past cannot be undone
The spiders web has been spun
We'll never stop the wheel
Never plow the field of steel
The wheel keeps us alive
The spiders web binds all
We cannot change our land
We'll never change our land
What have we done?
What have we done?