The sun ablaze as Maria's foot touches the sand
On northern land, as human contraband
She got her name passed down to the Boss
Now she’s stuck on a truckbed, she clutches her cross
Yanqui guns, blood debts on the loans
Smoldering fields, with rape, rubble, and bones
Graves hidden, trapped in visions of war
She prays to nothing, no one, nobody, no more
Tear away at the mask!
Oh, tear away at the mask
And now she got a quota,
The needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across the new line of Mason Dixon
Rippin' through denim the point an inch from her vein
The foreman approach, his steps pound in her brain
His steps pound in her brain
Her arms jerks,
The sisters gather 'round her and scream
As if in a dream, eyes on the crimson stream
Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to the floor
I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more
Tear away at the mask!
Tear away at the mask
Tear away at the mask!
Tear away at the mask
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
It eclipses her day
Just a moment to pray
Just a moment to pray
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
It eclipses her day
Just a moment to pray
Just a moment to pray
Tear away at the mask!
Tear awayat the mask!
Tear away the mask!
Tear away the mask