Fall away from the ground,
from the land you have known
all of your days, a new world haze,
as the tears fall and land
in this foreign place, far from home
far from all that you've loved and have ever known
Dispossessed calling
This culture is burning
They don't want you to think now;
they don't want you to breathe now;
they don't want you speaking your tongue
They don't want you to live now;
they don't want you to breathe now;
they want to keep your culture down
Fall away, fall alone,
far away from the coasts
that you have known, where you've grown,
far way from that language
that you spoke as a son
to the ones left behind – a culture burns
Dispossessed calling
This culture is burning
They don't want you to think now;
they don't want you to breathe now;
they don't want you speaking your tongue
They don't want you to live now;
they don't want you to breathe now;
they want to keep your culture down
Dispossessed calling
This culture is burning
They don't want you to think now;
they don't want you to breathe now;
they don't want you speaking your tongue
They don't want you to live now;
they don't want you to breathe now;
they want to keep your culture down