A Tribe Called Red - The Virus lyrics

[Verse 1] The people The virus took on many shapes The bear, the elk, the antelope, the elephant, the dear The mineral, the iron, the copper, the [?], and the rubber The coffee, the cotton, the sugar The people The germ traveled faster than the bullet They harvest the mountainside, protect the crops, herd the cattle The people The women and children were separated from the men They divided us according to the regional affiliations of their minds The violence of arrogance crawls into the air, nestles into the geospatial cortex We are not a conquered people Drum beats by region [Hook] I was wakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire Awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire [Verse 2] The missionaries never hid their perspective Perspectives of land, they would rather see us disappear Recycle the prayers The people This is my body which is given to you The people This is my blood We are not a conquered people [Hook] I was wakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire Awakened by my elder brother The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire The compound was on fire