I found myself a new world Sailed around its ring I wrought myself a country And I crowned myself its king And I made myself religion Carved Christ in ivory And I deemed an airtight Sunday To justify myself all the bleeding I clawed myself a nation And I've shopped its waterways I crack the dirt for smoking out Rhymes of energy I gouge myself a pipeline And I dig myself a mine I take myself a forest To sap the growing up of your shrine I've halted ghosts from dancing Swept the prayers from the last ones left I kept the drums from breathing It's I that warped the blanket's web I that warp the blankets weft To speak in some such candor I rip from the condor's wing I feed on loving bodies And take the land from them To stanch their living And take the land from them To stanch their living