Land Of Stolen Breath

Dust along the broken road chokes the golden sun, In the land of stolen breath a shot rings out from a child's gun. And chaos rains without a tear upon unburied treasures here, They find no honour or respect in the land of stolen breath. A woman sold tea in the square and brought the pennies home, But not today; her pennies lay beside her on the stone, Her children wait, the shadows fall on hopes for her return, They wait to hear a lullaby they have not yet learned. And chaos rains without a tear upon unburied treasures here, They find no honour or respect in the land of stolen breath, And chaos rains without a tear upon unburied treasures here, They find no honour or respect in the land of stolen breath. He took sides with bread and bullets, In no-man's land, he's an orphan king Father died in diseased abandon, Power owns what widows bring. Townships float upon the sea of human greed and misery, The deserts feed on refugees - we watch it all on TV, Pure religion is just this: to greet the widow with a kiss, Feed the orphan, love the poor of these bloody civil wars. And chaos rains without a tear upon unburied treasures here, They find no honour or respect in the land of stolen breath, And chaos reigns without a tear upon unburied treasures here, They find no profit, just neglect, in the land of stolen breath. Stolen breath, Stolen.