Tanya Tagaq Retribution

Lyrics: Our Mother grows angry. Retribution will be swift. We squander her soil and suck out her sweet black blood to burn it. We turned 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 small boxes dark rooms bright screens empty tombs. Left Investing our time in hollow philosophies to placate the fear of our bodies returning back to the earth. Demand awakening. The path we