The Mars Volta

The Bedlam in Goliath

Conjugal Burns (Album Version)

Octahedron

Desperate Graves

Blacklight Shine

Graveyard Love

Vigil

Tourmaline

Blank Condolences

No Case Gain

Shore Story

Ink stains on these old maps, the soil holds the scars
Roots beneath the paper traces, stories of the stars

Stolen ground where the borders froze, a whisper where the truth still grows
Maps fold twice beneath our feet, lines drawn over lands we’ll never meet
Paper smiles with a hidden knife, archives weigh heavy with buried life
Dust settles on those old decrees, while the ground remembers and never flees

Stolen ground, we carry you in our blood and bone
Broken treaties, echoes in the stone
Stolen ground, can you hear the cry, can you hear the song?
History bleeds where the claims went wrong

Ink on the page, the wounds stay raw, land erased with a silent law
Words look clean but the marrow saw, when the empire’s hand took what it saw
Soil that trembled beneath the pen, voices missing in the legal den
Roots combust under every claim, the legacy hums like a fractured frame

Stolen ground, we carry you in our blood and bone
Broken treaties, echoes in the stone
Stolen ground, can you hear the cry, can you hear the song?
History bleeds where the claims went wrong

Soil remembers the fire, paper hides the blade
In the cabinet room they signed the shame, then walked away unmade
Voices lost in the archive’s dust, yet our roots still shine, we must

Stolen ground, we carry you in our blood and bone
Broken treaties, echoes in the stone
Stolen ground, we lift your song, we lift your name with light
History bleeds through this fight, in the dawn of rights

Ink stains fade but the roots remain, quiet beneath the reclaimed plain
Stolen ground becomes our home, in the earth we find our own

Tourmaline

The Mars Volta

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