Home Town
Born and they grew in the soil of their kin.
Born and they grew as they followed the dead.
Dreams ripped from seams from the roots of their kind.
Dead flower beds (withering inside.)
Born and they grew. Born and they grew. Born and they grew.
Born and they grew. I used to look like you. Be like you.
If you only knew. (Only knew.)
I watched them rip Dahlia to shreds.
Winged creatures that flew out of my head.
She had a stick up her back so the crows could pick
the straw of lies from the bitch on the crucifix.
Born and they grew, but SHE gave in.
So pretty. It's a pity. She'll die a Christian.
One day she'll be saved by her oppressive faith.
And grow in the field that her hometown made.
She was my roadside genocide triggering the end times.
Eyes of a Gemini slithering like serpentine.
Roadside genocide triggering the end times.
Eyes of a Gemini slithering... DEEP INSIDE!
Because deep inside this barren earth,
the saplings grow for bitter worth.
Insects dissect their hopeless hearts
and sell their dreams as abstract art.
Born and they grew. Born and they grew. Born and they grew.
Born and they grew. I used to look like you. Be like you.
If you only knew. (Only knew.)
Born and they grew in the soil of their kin.
Born and they grew as they followed the dead.
Dreams ripped from seams from the roots of their kind.
Dead flower beds (withering inside.)
Born and they grew. Born and they grew. Born and they grew.
Born and they grew. I used to look like you. Be like you.
If you only knew. (Only knew.)
I watched them rip Dahlia to shreds.
Winged creatures that flew out of my head.
She had a stick up her back so the crows could pick
the straw of lies from the bitch on the crucifix.
Born and they grew, but SHE gave in.
So pretty. It's a pity. She'll die a Christian.
One day she'll be saved by her oppressive faith.
And grow in the field that her hometown made.
She was my roadside genocide triggering the end times.
Eyes of a Gemini slithering like serpentine.
Roadside genocide triggering the end times.
Eyes of a Gemini slithering... DEEP INSIDE!
Because deep inside this barren earth,
the saplings grow for bitter worth.
Insects dissect their hopeless hearts
and sell their dreams as abstract art.
Born and they grew. Born and they grew. Born and they grew.
Born and they grew. I used to look like you. Be like you.
If you only knew. (Only knew.)
