Motherland, fatherland
Terra incognita of this otherness
Motherland, fatherland
Placenta of your traded dreams hovering
Well, we’ve been running these religions
For a long, long time
Womb to womb
Sky to sky
And I might just take a blade to this vine
That got me drunk enough to delude
I could call anything mine.
Motherland, fatherland
All your children are creators
If I’m the arrow to your bow
How much further must I roam?
Well, we’ve been running these religions
For a long, long time
Womb to womb
Sky to sky
And I might just take a blade to this vine
That got me drunk enough to delude
I could call anything mine.
