| Song | Cut Sign |
| Artist | Artifex Pereo |
| Album | Time In Place |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Walk. Keep up with me, don't look back. | |
| Don't look at the dying men. | |
| The devil is in this dust and he's calling on us. | |
| Each rock is a tombstone that rests a soul whose bargain was not upheld. | |
| The peaks and the canyons, so beautiful, hold collections beneath this ground. | |
| The river's gone, for the earth is deprived as well. | |
| We need a new kind of prayer to beat this hell. | |
| Son, be strong. | |
| Remember why we chose to risk our lives. | |
| Picture your mother with a roof above her head and a smile that never ends. | |
| This test is one that will earn us all we deserve. | |
| I'll be damned if imaginary lines keep us away from the land known for its harvesting of hopes and dreams. | |
| I'll be damned if a fellow man decides my family's fate. | |
| With enchantments and deceptions, coyotes led us to a certain death. | |
| Pockets lined with greed, shared like our blood. | |
| But our greed was born to different mothers. | |
| We're getting close… or maybe just wishing so. | |
| Burning flesh and swelling backs have left us crawling through failure. | |
| Suffocating, swelling hearts hang by the threads sewn by loved ones. |
| Walk. Keep up with me, don' t look back. | |
| Don' t look at the dying men. | |
| The devil is in this dust and he' s calling on us. | |
| Each rock is a tombstone that rests a soul whose bargain was not upheld. | |
| The peaks and the canyons, so beautiful, hold collections beneath this ground. | |
| The river' s gone, for the earth is deprived as well. | |
| We need a new kind of prayer to beat this hell. | |
| Son, be strong. | |
| Remember why we chose to risk our lives. | |
| Picture your mother with a roof above her head and a smile that never ends. | |
| This test is one that will earn us all we deserve. | |
| I' ll be damned if imaginary lines keep us away from the land known for its harvesting of hopes and dreams. | |
| I' ll be damned if a fellow man decides my family' s fate. | |
| With enchantments and deceptions, coyotes led us to a certain death. | |
| Pockets lined with greed, shared like our blood. | |
| But our greed was born to different mothers. | |
| We' re getting close or maybe just wishing so. | |
| Burning flesh and swelling backs have left us crawling through failure. | |
| Suffocating, swelling hearts hang by the threads sewn by loved ones. |
| Walk. Keep up with me, don' t look back. | |
| Don' t look at the dying men. | |
| The devil is in this dust and he' s calling on us. | |
| Each rock is a tombstone that rests a soul whose bargain was not upheld. | |
| The peaks and the canyons, so beautiful, hold collections beneath this ground. | |
| The river' s gone, for the earth is deprived as well. | |
| We need a new kind of prayer to beat this hell. | |
| Son, be strong. | |
| Remember why we chose to risk our lives. | |
| Picture your mother with a roof above her head and a smile that never ends. | |
| This test is one that will earn us all we deserve. | |
| I' ll be damned if imaginary lines keep us away from the land known for its harvesting of hopes and dreams. | |
| I' ll be damned if a fellow man decides my family' s fate. | |
| With enchantments and deceptions, coyotes led us to a certain death. | |
| Pockets lined with greed, shared like our blood. | |
| But our greed was born to different mothers. | |
| We' re getting close or maybe just wishing so. | |
| Burning flesh and swelling backs have left us crawling through failure. | |
| Suffocating, swelling hearts hang by the threads sewn by loved ones. |