Lyrics The Wild West - Vold Book

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