Maria - grandson

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, clutching 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's 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 approaches, 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 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

Ooh, tear away at the mask

No minute to rest

No moment to pray

No minute to rest

No moment to pray

No minute to rest

It eclipses her day

Just a moment to pray

Just a moment to pray

No minute to rest

No moment to pray

No minute to rest

No moment to pray

No minute to rest

It eclipses her day

Just a moment to pray

Just a moment to pray

Tear away at the mask

Tear away at the mask

Tear away at the mask

Tear away at the mask