We walked for miles away from our homes
across sleeping giants and the himalayas
Up in snow-capped mountains
Where eagles spiral above the ancient pine
And animalistic spirits roam looking for shamens to enlighten
And nomadic tribes to heal
Where eagles spiral above the ancient pine
And animalistic spirits roam looking for shamens to enlighten
And nomadic tribes to heal
We finally arrive in Dharamsala India
And the people here greet us with warm smiles and rice
And the people here greet us with warm smiles and rice
The westerners take our pictures without asking
Capturing our souls forever with their Babylonian devices
Like vampirique cyclops’s head hunting for trophies
Like vampirique cyclops’s head hunting for trophies
This is our exhile and down by the food strike
Pictures of mutilation and torture can be seen
And these yellow faces and asian eyes lul and dampen when they think
Of the orient
and only their faith and resolution can comfort them now
Of the orient
and only their faith and resolution can comfort them now
As everything you become attached to will bring you this suffering
A country kills its own to remember its self
A country kills its own to remember its self
And every nations self is expected to kill others to remember which country it belongs to
Is this identity
Or a mask....
Or an
Iron maiden goverment cocoon
caste in fools gold
and lacquered with the tears of the worlds women and children....
Is this identity
Or a mask....
Or an
Iron maiden goverment cocoon
caste in fools gold
and lacquered with the tears of the worlds women and children....
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