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refuse to understand The "brother" of a brother like a wound I neglect The coward of a sister with the world I forget The prodigal son, but I am yet
In the land of old Sonora A shallow river valley cries The summer left her without forgiveness It's mirrored in her children's eyes Prodigal sons
bottle just in case I'm just too ashamed to pray Well I'm bringing this problem to you now Yea the prodigal son returns the only way that I know how,
a carnival the cemeteries Ain't nobody left that's honorable, they all been buried The Prodigal Son return as the product from slums Tattoos on his
When mercy floods a thirsty soul A broken side begins to heal And grace returns what guilt has stole And, in the shadow of that shame Beat down by
knocking you, but I don't fuck with hospitals Spit the gospel, truly knowing jesus like apostles do Return like the prodigal son to honor Mohammed too Stay
injected Make it hard to digest it The pork on your fork create a corpse The chicken they bring from the kitchen Prepared by Satan's henchmen George
fiber in your trigger finger shooting the shotty That's the turning point In other words, the point of no return infernally I've been told that my soul