Sarajevo, Nebraska

Sons of the soil
Look what we've made you
Affinity bleeding spite
Delirium planting dreams
The type that only bloom--in our bones

Are you the son of god
Or just too far gone

Nothing here adds up
In discrete time
You're reaching for your gun
Searching for our door
But you'll use the window
Then shatter all our bones

Are you the son of god
Or just too far gone
Are you the son of god
Or just too far gone
Are you the son of god
Or just too far gone

Friends and neighbors--executioners at heart



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Sciarrone
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