Scars & Stripes
It's getting hard to call you mother
It's always been hard to be called your son
We both lost our direction
I was a prodigal
I didn't run this time
My Father's voice was hard to hear
You drowned him out with your politics and your legal writ
She's a whore in bed with Caesar
But I still believer in her
30 pieces of silver
False prophets without enough
Since when was national pride more important than being love?
We can build all the walls we want
But they will never protect us from
The lies that we believed
That have made us numb
She's a whore in bed with Caesar
But I still believed in her
One day she'll come back to the Father
We'll return what we bought her for
We paid so much but we're sold short
Our bride waits for us in white
She saved us from our own lives
Her union is free, but we bought lady liberty
He screams "I can't breath"
But all they hear is freedom ring
The body is broken
The sickness is me
Salvation in perspectives creates enemies
You came for the margins
You chose not to see
You're not on eye-level
But I can be
Seventy times seven (He gave breath)
Burning coals on me
Infection showed the physician where we need to bleed (they can't breathe)
Where there is hatred
Let me sow love
We became the cancer
We tried to rid this body of
The lines for bread and parties
Are both drawn from above
Past your red and blue lenses
We have the same blood
He gave breath
They can't breathe
He gave breath
They can't breathe
It's always been hard to be called your son
We both lost our direction
I was a prodigal
I didn't run this time
My Father's voice was hard to hear
You drowned him out with your politics and your legal writ
She's a whore in bed with Caesar
But I still believer in her
30 pieces of silver
False prophets without enough
Since when was national pride more important than being love?
We can build all the walls we want
But they will never protect us from
The lies that we believed
That have made us numb
She's a whore in bed with Caesar
But I still believed in her
One day she'll come back to the Father
We'll return what we bought her for
We paid so much but we're sold short
Our bride waits for us in white
She saved us from our own lives
Her union is free, but we bought lady liberty
He screams "I can't breath"
But all they hear is freedom ring
The body is broken
The sickness is me
Salvation in perspectives creates enemies
You came for the margins
You chose not to see
You're not on eye-level
But I can be
Seventy times seven (He gave breath)
Burning coals on me
Infection showed the physician where we need to bleed (they can't breathe)
Where there is hatred
Let me sow love
We became the cancer
We tried to rid this body of
The lines for bread and parties
Are both drawn from above
Past your red and blue lenses
We have the same blood
He gave breath
They can't breathe
He gave breath
They can't breathe
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Knox, Danny Laake, Eric Knighton, Tyler Northcott, Will Herridge
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