The sun is dim, dark, and dull
The clouds over shadow our hopes, our chances of freedom
In fear and in blind hatred, we are decimated
We are bodies for their Grass
We are locked in Hell
We cannot escape
The ground is covered with our broken bodies
Our cursed souls are stuck
Our innocence was stolen
We cover the ground
We were bodies for their grass
We are locked in Hell
We cannot escape
They walk around us with smiles on their faces; admiring and unashamed by their work
Ambitious to attain approval from a sadistic ruler
Free of law or obligation they abuse and they demolish
We cover the ground
We are bodies for their grass
We are locked in Hell
We cannot escape
“There’s no hope for those raised in the dirt” they said “This is what you are, nothing but dirt”
But we were more, we were happy; we were striving for the fulfillment of life
Now we are dirt
The chill of death seeps in like a vicious illness
Now we have become one with the Earth
We cover the ground with our bodies
We are bodies for their grass
We are still locked in Hell
We cannot escape
Our stories that were silent in subjugation
Now, are only told through our mortality
Nothing but bones, we are bitter and broken
We are never to live, love, or laugh again
We are bodies for their grass
The powers turned their pompous heads
And now they seize with dignity and power
But it is too late for help
It is too late for hope
Now, we are locked in Hell
And we can never escape.