Salt The Earth
TitanChord
They draw their lines on someone's home
Call it strategy, call it stone
Push the people to the sea
Call it peace, call it free
What the bombs don't break, they buy
What they can't buy, they deny
Plant a flag on someone's grave
Toast the fallen, toast the brave
And when the smoke begins to clear
You can hear what they don't hear
The hum of fields that won't grow back
The sound of boots that left a track
Salt the earth, salt the earth
Take the children of its worth
Burn the orchard, drown the well
Build a heaven, leave a hell
History will pick a side
Wear the medals, hide the lie
Statues stand for fifty years
Til a wind takes them like tears
And when the smoke begins to clear
You can hear what they don't hear
The hum of fields that won't grow back
The sound of boots that left a track
Salt the earth, salt the earth
Take the children of its worth
Burn the orchard, drown the well
Build a heaven, leave a hell
Every empire writes its psalm
Calls the wreckage holy calm
Calls the screaming a parade
Calls the weapon that they made
Salt the earth, salt the earth
Take the children of its worth
Burn the orchard, drown the well
Build a heaven, leave a hell
Build a heaven, leave a hell
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Lyrics
They draw their lines on someone's home Call it strategy, call it stone Push the people to the sea Call it peace, call it free
What the bombs don't break, they buy What they can't buy, they deny Plant a flag on someone's grave Toast the fallen, toast the brave
And when the smoke begins to clear You can hear what they don't hear The hum of fields that won't grow back The sound of boots that left a track
Salt the earth, salt the earth Take the children of its worth Burn the orchard, drown the well Build a heaven, leave a hell
History will pick a side Wear the medals, hide the lie Statues stand for fifty years Til a wind takes them like tears
And when the smoke begins to clear You can hear what they don't hear The hum of fields that won't grow back The sound of boots that left a track
Salt the earth, salt the earth Take the children of its worth Burn the orchard, drown the well Build a heaven, leave a hell
Every empire writes its psalm Calls the wreckage holy calm Calls the screaming a parade Calls the weapon that they made
Salt the earth, salt the earth Take the children of its worth Burn the orchard, drown the well Build a heaven, leave a hell Build a heaven, leave a hell
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dark Americana rock, scorched and grim, weathered male lead with raw b
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