Eraserhead - Collection of Scalps

Ten thousands walked it
And thousands died
It's the price for what the conquerors did
Misery rose like a rising tide

Raped, strangled and banned
A cruel collection of scalps
To the hunting-grounds they were sent
Thinking obey the superior race helps
Removal supported by law
Deprivation of their soil
Torn by the white mans' claw
Didn't care about their toils

Trail of Tears
The big migration
Trail of Tears
Life's abrogation
Trail of Tears
Into territories
Trail of Tears
Illusory

Black Belt was the desire
Their land as a matter of course
Natives time has expired
Took what's them with no remorse

All ended up on Wounded Knee
Dream of Seqouyah faded
Till today not really free
Till today fuckin' degraded