Abuse (long version)

We shall come With all our wealth and our vulgarity into your land Carving deep wounds in our wake Planting the sharp-edged green seed of money deep into your hands And as you grasp, gasping, you will thank us As it takes root Growing an entangling itself around your simple, naive lives It will placate you We shall come Hard and fast into your underdeveloped, unexploited little world Tearing away the soil beneath your feet where you stand Scattering the broken gifts it offers up all around us Digging the foundations of our own image Into the raw, cold belly of the earth Send spiraling monuments to our glorious achievements Into the heavy leaden sky You will watch from the horizon Imprisoned by your own pleasures Bound by the material chains we will supply And when we have turned one side of the world's face From the sun into blackness The other will then burn under the slap of our greed