Vold Book - The Wild West

The wild, wild west: where anything is possible on the stretching frontier
Wide lands soaked by the sun, colors erupting between the shadows of the clouds
And the promise of gold, resting tall and true on yonder mountain

Held within, the secrets of riverbanks: dust clouds of musk and myrrh
Glimmering gold, shining: catching thine eye
Primed for the feast of the soul's disease
Taking what we can, making it ours against them
Travel so far and deep within the keep of nighttime caverns
Bathing in the summer breeze
Washing the sleeves of green grass streaks
And tasting the dew

Hunting for food, and scavenging too: all for the dawn of your millions
Isn't this what you wanted: the wild, wild west
A reservation without regulation
Herding like a cowboy constructing your ward
Reap what you've sown and die by the sword
With puritanical precision, enforce it on all
Each man for himself and everyone, an island

Well my friend, I've come here to tell you
And show you a thing, about the lands in which you dream
I can interpret a different use for lawlessness
One that restores everything to the natives here
The ones which you and your bullies sought to snuff out
Have no doubts, this is a war: a battle for the soul of all things natural

It's the end of the year, and you know what to do
But you never will, and we all know that now
Because Christmas comes and goes, and nothing ever changes
The world stays the same, nothing rearranges
But anything is possible, for next year is still to come

I urge you to reconsider the damage that you've done
Take back your sinning and vow to, never again
Steal from the masses
And give us all a share
One that we deserve
One that's just and fair
The table is tilted, and the balance is awry
Level out the field or prepare to die
A cowboy is as a cowboy does
I reckon of what was, and what shall be
Until the end, it's you or me

Written by:
John Trautman

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