'Against Nostalgia' by The Camellias

The land would shake me loose
Famous men say I'm no use
But to smile as I die
As I die

I'm a broken open seed
I crack beneath your feet
I fall, but still I rise
Still I rise

She made it known she loved that shirt
And I wore it 'til it grew holes
'Til the sun bleached out the black

Teach me fear in a handful of dry dirt
In an antiquated soul
And a love that starts to crack

Will you hide me in your gown
As the teargas tumbles down
Teach me comfort 'til it's true
'Til it's true

The land is no more held
Than the stars where'er they fell
She will pay us what we're due
What we're due

I am nostalgic to the last
Carve a myth into dry bone
Serve banquets to the flies

And I know if I stare straight at the past
It will turn my mind to stone
And the sun bleach out my eyes