Crooked Sons

What kind of waste is this anyway
What kind of place is this land
How did we get caught up in this anyway
In the name we proclaimed an order of death

I don't know this land
I don't know this land

Dignity dead and decomposing
Secrets and sins are beginning to smell
But we just keep pouring perfume on it anyway
Everyone knows everybody can tell

I don't know this land
I don't know this land
Crooked sons God condemns
So God damn my wicked kin

So God damn my wicked kin

God my mother hold me
God my brother lead me
God our spirit breathing
God our brother told me
I can surely follow
So I will
So I will
So I will



Credits
Writer(s): Josh Carroll
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