Scars on Land - Kings of Convenience

We take what's dead
And breathe life in
And move like knives
Through scars on land

Still untouched
No stain of hands
Caramelized
In a tilted light

No chain stays unbroken
All aims get forgotten

The weight of lead
On floors of sand
The idea reduced again
To outcome

No chain stays unbroken
All aims get forgotten

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