Pyramid Schemes from Young Hunter by Young Hunter

Fire and rain trickle down from the top.
An ancient code written into the crop.
We wake up screaming
born in hospital dreams,
our fathers entombed in pyramid schemes.

We've become ghosts in life's charade
we walk through walls, we howl our names.
We are the ones that nobody sees
I will look for you if you will look for me.

Cities underwater, we still carry their songs.
If there's one thing we know it's how to keep on.
So put the past behind you and your shoulder to the wheel,
caravan campfires in a world of steel.

They say one day the earth will stop giving.
The wheel of unbecoming leaves no one forgiven.
You're an ancient soul born of peasant blood,
I will hold you close as we get lost in the flood.

Those who have eyes let them look to the sky,
the universe fills with ancient white light.
The mask that you wear is a face you don't know.
Give Caesar what's his, the dead can bury their own.

Mother, they murdered the mountains
they sowed their salt in our soil
is there a god to forgive those
who'd trade off the earth for it's oil?

Mother, they murdered six million
they put the guns in our hands
is there a god to forgive those
who kill what they can't understand?

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