(Intro Lyrics sung through a didgeridoo) I come from afar down under When they first came for plunder [Chorus] Send the ships, count the names Draw the lines, change the claims A new map pinned to the board Same hands moving, same reward No hymn, no myth, no clean account Just records, freight, and the final count [Verse 1] They read the coast like a ledger Marked the bays for the next ledger Salt on the hull, iron in the hold Orders clipped, precise, cold Not pioneers, not chosen men Just a system learning how to begin [Verse 2] They stepped ashore with a paper load Bound the land into a road Stamped and numbered, fence by fence Called it policy, called it sense Every claim came wrapped in law Every law had teeth you could not ignore [Verse 3] Then came the camps, then came the chain Farms laid out on stolen plain Stations, ports, a coded grid What was buried, what they hid The distance between the speech and the act Was the space where the damage sat [Bridge] Now the files sit in a server rack Same old method, cleaner stack Names run fast through glass and code Borders drawn in data load The language changed, the engine stayed Old extraction, new array [Verse 4] Now the old names ride the wire Under concrete, under power The archive keeps its quiet role Dates and cargo, dock and toll Blue LEDs hum in the cabinet row What was taken still holds weight In the clean machines of state (Outro Lyrics sung through a didgeridoo) I come from afar down under When they first came for plunder (Didgeridoo plays deep complex notes and cords raising in intensity)
