Cortez & Columbus

Here we are

On foreign soil

On foreign soil

Our gold lust

Our pestilence

Our misery

I see like Columbus

Over the horizon

These rocks feel like home

From this far off

I think, I feel

That I can see my brother

Standing on the shore

As we draw closer to land

But it's not him

It's an evil apparition

My own projection

Willing me to stay on this boat

For long enough

Forcing me to write

In endless lines

In patience

In numbness

Here we are

On foreign soil

On foreign soil

Our blood lust

Our exodus

Man's misery

I see like Saint Hippolyte

Standing on his island

Everything is seething

Around me a cauldron

Of thoughts, of prayers

If I could cure those ponies

Lay my hands upon them

Raised in the city of God

Cagliari's earth

I am pulled in all directions

My imperfections

Compelling me to stand on this ground

Theology!

Forcing me to question

The reasons we've stayed

In patience

In numbness

I can see it just like Cortez

At first it's gonna spook you

As you reach the shore

As comforting as Montezuma?

Oh no

I can see it just like Cortez

At first it's gonna spook you

As you reach the shore

As comforting as Montezuma?

Oh no

Here we are

On foreign soil

On foreign soil

Our gold lust

Our pestilence

Our misery

I can see it just like Cortez

I can see it just like Cortez

I can see it just like Cortez

I can see it just like Cortez

Oh no