Cruel — Calexico

Cruel, cruel grounds Leak truths never found Torturous ways Whisper from the grave A slow spun song of distortion

Bitter, bitter mouth Spitin' out seeds of doubt Rituals seek root Razed before they're told Stories break like branches in the cold

Seasons trial finds man's mistakes fair game

Careless hand Lay and law of the land Falls by the side Silenced sentient cries All within the lines of divine right

Better bury the tracks in an unclosed case Weeds of discontent choke a broken ghost landscape

Cruel, heartless reign Chasing short term gains Right down to the warning signs

Birds refuse to fly No longer trust the sky Drifting out beyond the signals

Even the horizon is gone Weather flees underground Future's left to wallow in fortune's waste