Letra de 'What You're Thankful For' de Gather

"Broken spears lie in the roads; we have torn our hair in grief The houses are roofless now, and their walls are red with blood. Worms are swarming in the streets and plazas, and the walls are plattered with gore. The water har turned red, as if it were dyed, and when we drink it, it has the taste of brine. We have pounded our hands in despair against the adobe walls, for our inheritance, our city, is lost and dead" ...as recalled by a poet of a culture that was wiped out at the hands of the barbarians known as Christians. Invaders of this land, "Murderers of this world". Driven by greed and self-righteousness they brought on the largest holocaust the world has ever known. Babies torn away from loving mother's arms. Thrown to dogs of war, devoured alive. Welcomed them with open arms. Just to have their hands cut off in return. Womyn were raped to prove who dominates. Hanged or burned or disembowled. In God's name, you shall be maimed. From the spread of disease to slavery, to slaughter and still being lied to, history denied. The truth is too depressing, hits too close to home. I blame you, missionaries. I blame the government, I blame every racist objectivist. Fuck the missionaries, fuck the government, fuck every racist objectivist