...But Home Is Nowhere
Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begunTo understand my, my intimate is no oneWhen the director sold the show, who bought its last rites?They cut the cast, the music, and the lights
This is my line, this is eternalHow did I ever end up here?Discarnate, preternaturalMy prayers to disappearAbsent of grace, marked as infernalUngranted in dead time left me disownedTo this nature, so unnaturalI remain alone
Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tonguesSuch revelations while understood by no oneWhen the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace?Please clear the house of ill-aquired taste
This is my line, this is eternalHow did I ever end up here?Discarnate, preternaturalMy prayers to disappearAbsent of grace, marked as infernalUngranted in dead time left me disownedTo this nature, so unnaturalI remain alone
Give me something, give me somethingGive me something, give me somethingGive me something, give me something real
I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzleEveryday another small piece can't be foundI lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrowThe pieces are lost, these pieces don't fitPieced together incomplete and empty
This is my line, this is eternalHow did I ever end up here?Discarnate, preternaturalMy prayers to disappearAbsent of grace, marked as infernalUngranted in dead time left me disownedTo this nature, so unnaturalI remain alone
This is my line, this is eternalHow did I end up here?Discarnate, preternaturalMy prayers to disappearAbsent of grace, marked as infernalUngranted in dead time left me disownedTo this nature, so unnaturalI remain alone