Bard of a Wasteland

You left us with fire

And we let it burn

You lined your pockets with the breath of your children

All you leave is a wasteland

And we’re fighting to breathe on

Far enough from the slaughter

Close enough to the dam

I lost the dream of a daughter

To be the bard of a wasteland

Lost time

Another lick of the tide, another loop in a line

What kind of life is a wasteland,

fighting to breathe on

Far enough from the slaughter

Close enough to the dam

I lost the dream of a daughter

To be the bard of a wasteland

(I’m just the bard of a wasteland)