This land once scarred
With song suffocates,
Beneath this deathly sheet of plastic,
That we call our home.
Australia
What have we done
The ancient voices
Silenced by the hum,
By the fury of this emptyness,
(It is) A tuneless song sung with precision,
A poem dead without meaning,
(It is) A love that never new passion
A body without a heart.
What have we done.
Is this where I must lie.
Is this where I must lie.
Is this where I must lie.
I have seen the other side.
The crimes run in our blood,
They shadow every step,
Step lightly my friends,
Won't you paint my face in ochre and truth,
Won't you scar my chest with wisdom,
Won't you fill my head with dreams,
Won't you bury me,
Bury me deep.
Is this where I must lie.
Is this where I must lie.
Is this where I must lie.
I have seen the other side.