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