Sisyphus of the Negev - Collapsing Scenery, Genesis P-Orridge, Sean Ragon

To make way for a forest

We’ll rip up your trees

To give you life

We need to see you bleed

As soon as it stands

We’re here to tear it down

We’ll bury your village

Grind it into the ground

Out of the rubble

You’ll just build it again

Till our bulldozers rumble

Turn it back into sand

We’ll circle your graveyard

Once we’ve pummeled the rest

Pitch your tents over corpses

Yeah, to us, it’s a test

Find a way just like always

To crush what you’ve made

And you’ll rebuild from the wreckage

While we sharpen the blade

We can keep doing this

Till one of us blink

And your eyelids are weaker

When you live on the brink

It’s our birthright, our privilege

From above, handed down

Plus it’s for your own good

You’ll love your new town

This land is our land

This land is our land

This land is our land

This land is our land

This land is our land

This land is our land

This land is our land

This land is our land

This land is our land

This land is our land

This land is our land

This land is our land