Текст песни Reservation Kills - 'Iisnááhí

The treacherous wasteland
Not for the faint of heart
The ferocious heat burns
The dry winds blow in the eyes
The cold winters like death
Resources are scarce and rich
Travel to scavenge another day
It's survival living in the reservation

The wasted warriors take and plead
Praying for the alcohol
The need for the high
To feel holy once again
Being a burden of the land
A puppet for the masters of death
Suffering from addiction
Their victory of mental warfare

Nightfall arrives with haste
Evil lurks in the shadows
Pursuing every move
Witching to cause suffering
Playing games to kill
Harm the good to make no gain
Jealousy for the wicked
A spineless child playing death

No where to go when all dreams die
No where to go when all dreams die

Depression is the last tragedy
The demon of self affliction
Silent and deadly like day to night
Help is never asked
No one sees the pain
Too afraid and proud
Until it's too late
The entrapment of being stuck on the land
No where to go when all dreams die

Slaughter the strong
Pity the weak
Desert or city
Reservation kills

Slaughter the strong
Pity the weak
Desert or city
Reservation kills

Slaughter the strong
Pity the weak
Desert or city
Reservation kills