The firewood from the mothers of humanity fuel the engines of Exodus
The trucks queue up to feed the borders among us
You learn to fold your arms to walk into the sun
As it collides with the tears of the past
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The firewood from the mothers of humanity fuel the engines of Exodus
The trucks queue up to feed the borders among us
You learn to fold your arms to walk into the sun
As it collides with the tears of the past