Doe Paoro - The Vine

Motherland, fatherland
The terra incognita of this otherness
Motherland, fatherland
Placenta of your traded dreams hovering

Na na-na na na
Na na-na na na

Well, we've been running these religions
For a long, long time
Womb to womb
Sky to sky
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
I might just take a blade to this vine
That got me drunk enough to delude
I could call anything mine

Whoa na na-na na na
Na na-na na na
Na na-na na na

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