Текст песни Retribution - Tanya Tagaq Gillis

Our mother grows angry
Retribution will be swift
We squander her soil and suck out her sweet black blood to burn it
We turn money into God and salivate over opportunities to crumple and crinkle our souls for that paper, that gold

Money has spent us
Left us in smog
Locks is dark, room is bright, screams empty to us
Left investing time, hollow philosophies

To placate the fear of our bodies returning back into our mother
Demand awakening
The path we have taken has rotted
Ignite, stand upright, conduct yourself like lightning because
The retribution will be swift