Land Of Stolen Breath

Dust along the broken road chokes the golden sun
In the land of stolen breath a shot rings out from a child's gun

And chaos rains without a tear upon unburied treasures here
They find no honour or respect in the land of stolen breath

A woman sold tea in the square and brought the pennies home
But not today; her pennies lay beside her on the stone
Her children wait, the shadows fall on hopes for her return
They wait to hear a lullaby they have not yet learned

And chaos rains without a tear upon unburied treasures here
They find no honour or respect in the land of stolen breath
And chaos rains without a tear upon unburied treasures here
They find no honour or respect in the land of stolen breath

He took sides with bread and bullets
In no-man's land, he's an orphan king
Father died in diseased abandon
Power owns what widows bring

Townships float upon the sea of human greed and misery
The deserts feed on refugees - we watch it all on TV
Pure religion is just this: to greet the widow with a kiss
Feed the orphan, love the poor of these bloody civil wars

And chaos rains without a tear upon unburied treasures here
They find no honour or respect in the land of stolen breath
And chaos reigns without a tear upon unburied treasures here
They find no profit, just neglect, in the land of stolen breath

Stolen breath
Stolen