scars on land

• declaration of dependence'ın son şarkısı.
  
  (bkz: kings of convenience)
  
  we take what's dead
  and breathe life in
  and move like knives
  through scars on land
  
  still untouched
  no stain of hands
  caramelized
  in a tilted light
  
  no chain stays unbroken
  all aims get forgotten
  
  the weight of lead
  on floors of sand
  the idea reduced again
  to outcome
  
  no chain stays unbroken
  all aims get forgotten