Hold my hand over the fire Immolation is on us While trying to stamp down or blow it out We didn’t catch ourselves as causing the fuss Flagstone terrain with Terra And it’ll be terror that swells the pavement’s cracks And when the word comes to start knocking You’ll either answer or be out in the harbor you’re a threat DEAD LAND DEAD LAND Nothing is gonna grow until the last breath is had DEAD LAND DEAD LAND Finished by the flames of the bush we used to have Shake your head, but you’ll be shaking as you die We’re the dry spell no matter what tears we cry The first stone be flung when lead by lying bastards ‘The force through which the green fused pushed’, Culled, cleared, & pastured Prayers to Machiavelli’s standards Help your hell slip into its speeches’ skin Dismissed country, prepare the urn, Bleached, burnt, and broken, a purposeless herd, DEAD LAND DEAD LAND Nothing is gonna grow until the last breath is had DEAD LAND DEAD LAND Finished by the flames of the bush we used to have DEAD LAND DEAD LAND The Red mist of embers won’t steer clear of the flag DEAD LAND DEAD LAND We’re the mistle on the gum, we put the hammer to our thumb.