Remains

And the chained man sang in a sigh "I feel like going home" And the dokhtar fell holding the shell of her child And said, "I feel like going on" While the captors boast On how they lower your costs The rich men gamble at the foot of the cross We're your careless mistakes We're the spirits you raised We are what remains, yeah And one by one They made the ants march down Down into the killing fields And I know more than one place Where you might never come back If you show how you really feel But there's a brand-new show For you to watch today So all the Western eyes can look the other way We're your careless mistakes We're the spirits you raised We are what remains, yeah, yeah

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