Strip the land to waste
Kept fed machine
Strip that fucker bare
Stay on your knees

They want what you got, they want what you got they do

They'll even burn the desert of desire
Until no one sees what's left beyond the pyre
When A hand and mind is lost within our trees
As the wind bring tales that only seem to bleed

There in the spring, only flowers a single rose
From the hall of crystal flowed a mist to hold us all

We’ll ride a broken arrow
Right through this broken wind
And the watchers of the seventh mountain
Will one day, one day call us friend

They want what you got