Blood Iron

Why are you bending down, low to the ground
Trying hard to dig iron from the earth
Why are you kneeling, head to the ground
Fingers bleeding into the earth

Why are you weary, why don't you speak
You haven't lungs to catch your breath
Why are you working, why don't you speak
Soon you'll have bled yourself to death

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Out in the sun, and no tears to cry
No one to call on, no one to blame
Running, seeking your own name

No place to call home
You never know, you never know
Too much iron to grow
Too much blood blood to flow
You never know, you never know
No place to call home

No rest for your bones
You never know, you never know
Too much iron to grow
Too much blood to flow
You never know, you never know
No rest for your bones
No place to call home