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A land demands purity Its Zion bathes them in concrete The language of death The language of the beast Cleansed (Resettled) Missing faces under ground Destroyed by the force of God Cleansed, resettled The language of death The language of the beast Cleansed (Resettled) The olive trees weep dry blood Memory is The olive trees weep dry blood Memory is Lost Lost in the sand Lost Lost in the sand Cleansed, resettled A perda de memória histórica não foi um acidente, mas método e subproduto Vivemos a imaginar alternativas de bar em bar, esperando insurgências