the home grown homeland fix
keeps all things
separate
within this place its fate is
fixed
and oil and peace don't mix
abandon me abandon me
in my
war
in a right white world
in my
war
painted light dark burnt
in my
war
ever turns the screw
in my
war
there's no space to grow
how many
people keep coming together to come into to
this
the bushman wants them dead
a world of christ unlit
we buy and sell
the dread from which
the skull and bones
commit
abandon me abandon me
is this does it think about my missiles ...
no
abandon me abandon me
i want to be
close to this
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