Quebec

Yesterday we lost our lives, tomorrow we were born Fortune smiled upon us, sacrifice the Argus All that he might help us see Magna eyes the track for miles, looking for disease Puzzled by the mountains - tricked by the sea and the Argus is practiced

Couldn't taste the taste that I was tastin' Couldn't hear the waste that I was makin' Tired of the life I was facin' Couldn't tell one from another Couldn't hide a secret from my mother Any other mother wouldn't bother Makin' time breakin' ground Sai