Calexico Cruel
Cruel, cruel grounds Leak truths never found Torturous ways Whisper from the grave A slow spun song of distortion Bitter, bitter mouth Spitin' out seeds of doubt Rituals seek root Razed before they're told Stories break like branches in the cold Seasons trial finds man's mistakes fair game Careless hand Lay and law of the land Falls by the side Silenced sentient cries All within the lines of divine right Better bury the tracks in an unclosed case Weeds of discontent choke a broken ghost landscape Cruel, heartless reign Chasing short term gains Right down to the warning signs Birds refuse to fly No longer trust the sky Drifting out beyond the signals Even the horizon is gone Weather flees underground
