Independence Day

[Verse 1]
The rifles shoot In hunger for the absolute
Of dark and light
The sugar cane of sacrifice
This new world’s wondrous
But no place of grace

[Chorus]
We’re going to have
A land of our own
Plutonia

[Verse 2]
Black mirror’s call
From an attic in old Cornwall
Ten years or more
Spoiling for the first world war
While the old world waits
A new life incubates

[Chorus]
We’re going to have
A land of our own
Plutonia

[Verse 3]
Exposed at last
The rush of time the future past
The fertile soil
Inseminates this inception
More powerful then some It’s time has comе

[Chorus]
We’re going to have
A land of our own
Plutonia