Louis Logic - Trail of Tears lyrics

Deep in the cold, cold snow of the Inuit
An Eskimo wrapped in Old Man Winter's
(knit and?) left alone
You hear the cry of the
Innocence when supplies were endangered
The eyes of a stranger see
A tribe that was infantless

In China and India's earth
You learn the value of what women are worth
When you dig in the dirt
They say a million children
A year born female are given at birth
They keep males, that's tradition at work
Like it's less than important

And try forgetting the orphans
Who never get coffins
Detail fades away it's perception distortion
It's still taking place
It's called sex-selective abortion

I stay awake when I'm resting in Boston
Cause, I'm writing there a
Nightmare of epic proportions
On a real clear night
The gavel's shrill strike
Travels still from Gallows Hill if
Your ears hear right

In a fight for dear
Dear life accused as witches
The dispossessed in fear died
To fight a superstition
Despite if you're a Christian
If someone claimed you tried
This new religion
You would hang there after a
Night or two in prison

Or given to the pain of the flame
You died innocent
If you lived you were a witch
So your fate was the same
They changed up the name
From Salem to Danvers, mass
Ain't nothing changed
You can't get past the rancid facts
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeverybody!" "It ain't fair"
"Won't you just look around" "It ain't fair"
"Can anybody see?" "It ain't fair"
"?" "Order!"

In this the year of our lord
Nineteen sixty-five AD
After the draft captured a class of
Every guy eighteen and beyond
To free Vietnam's warring provinces
From the devious arms and the fear of the
Horde of horrid communists

Johnson ships our young men to Da Nang
Barely trained he really sent them to hang
Mostly too scared to aim
And there to claim vengeance against
The senseless killing tally
Countless Vietnamese died at Lieutenant
William Calley's cold order

Both daughters and sons killed and
Carried to mass graves
They sprayed a cascade of mortar from guns
And when the horror was done
The same folks who sent
All of our sons to execute
Their souls ordered them hung
Traveling this pain road more than
Just once in bloodstained clothes
In a desperate search for one rainbow
I walk the Trail of Tears next to
Starving Cherokee and must say so
(We'd rather have been impaled with spears so
That god would set us free)

But we persevered and tried to survive
So now whenever we drive on 95
Alert your ears to the violent cries
Of the thousands of lost lives
From a tribe that so strongly believed
In the spirit of freedom
They died when confined
And since the mind was designed
To keep off thoughts most cherished
We remember Cherokee Chief John Ross
Forced to watch his own perish
And so let us remember
The day that we forget this, we're all lost

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeverybody!" "It ain't fair"
"Won't you just look around" "It ain't fair"
"Can anybody see?" "It ain't fair"
"?" "Order!"
"have you took some time to feel
To feel what is real
If you do then you'll see that we got a lot "
"it ain't fair"