Pick up the wounded dove, there's poison in you love
Pain entwined with love
Stitched in the feathers of a catholic dove
Hold our
Skin, we're the colors that we've always been
Nation, incarceration
Narrative, stories of faces in the towns we live
k**ing threads, iron
Cages
Are you?
Familiar
But how I know you shouldn't be familiar
Familiar
But how I know you shouldn't be familiar