The Way That Things Burn

I'm reading about the way that things burn
On paper and in text books
I'm reading about
The way things will burn
In sometime or in no time
I'm thinking how can I plan a life in turn
When everything is hopeless?
I'm thinking about the way that we learn
When everything is hopeless

All we've lost and keep reliving
The land is meant to pray,
Instead we stand to take
And hold, when who is meant to be here?
The cheatgrass choking in,
Tried to be your sense of home
And you threw me on the ground
Let me lying in your waste, I'm lying in your waste