Reservation

fighting for Spring I shoot the breeze
I’m on the reservation but I’m not free
I fight to spring to shoot the breeze
I’m on the reservation but I’m not free
so much light but I can’t see
so, so much information
I don’t believe
too much light still I can’t see
there’s too much information
I start to bleed, I start to bleed
forgive my peace my closing eyes
another hundred thousand are civilised
forgive my peace my closing eyes
another hundred thousand already died
hold the guns
back down