The Black Dove کے بول

Pick up the wounded dove There's poison in your love And 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 Killing threads, iron cages Are you, are you familiar? How I know you shouldn't be familiar, familiar How I know you shouldn't be familiar, familiar How I know you shouldn't be familiar, familiar How I know you shouldn't be familiar, familiar How I know you shouldn't be familiar, familiar How I know you shouldn't be Are you, are you, are you?