Maria

The sun ablaze as Maria's foot touches the sand On northern land, as human contraband She got her name passed down to the boss Now she stuck on a truckbed, clutching her cross Yanqui guns, blood debts on the loans Smoldering fields with rape, rubble, and bones Graves hidden, trapped up in visions of war She prays to nothing, no one, nobody, no more Tear away at the mask Oh, tear away at the mask And now she got a quota, the needle and thread crucifixion Sold and shipped across the new line of Mason Dixon Rippin' through denim the point an inch from her vein The foreman approach, his steps now pound in her brain (His steps now pound in her brain) Her arms jerks, the sisters gather 'round her and scream As if in a dream, eyes on the crimson stream Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to the floor I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more Tear away at the mask Tear away at the mask Tear away at the mask Oh, tear away at the mask No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest It eclipses her day Just a moment to pray Just a moment to pray No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest It eclipses her day Just a moment to pray Just a moment to pray Tear away at the mask Tear away at the mask Tear away at the mask Tear away at the mask