Stay in tune
We're immune
To all your thrown stones
Grab me by the neck
I'm limp and ready for home
On the way
Warnings say
Tresspassers are shot.
Turn your horse
Change your course
You're fucked without a plot
Lord, we trembled so
Through a land unknown
With only faith in our home
With each step
Light it crept
From windows of our home
But we feared
That God might take our home
For sins yet unatoned
Before we reached our door

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