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67. THE PLACE I CALL HOME [NOVEMBER 2014]

THE PLACE I CALL HOME

Oh, the old people home, a place I call home.

I never really knew why I knew this.

Piss, so much, so pure, so much so less of this.

This. It’s a fallen, broken, creature inside me.

I’m holding it all up into the sky, don’t you see?

It’s magic now, and you will wait and see.

Nothing but darkness, noting but darkness.

 

So yeah, like it knows it, I aren’t the one who grows it.

I’ve got a habit, a place what I call home.

I’ve got a habit, with a family old gnome.

I’d rather stab it, and watch it bleed and moan.

It’s like a broken box inside this cage.

I wonder what they do when you’re inside

I fall like this, everyday, I’m holding it all back, okay?

 

Oh, the old people home, a place that I can call home.

A thief with a gun, a bus driver riding along.

Singing all day long. Rolling the wheels to a third degree, strong.

So wrong, what’s wrong with me?

I like a dark box, rather than a small box, a box that I can name.

A place with stockings, a place with endings too.

I’ll rip up the thread like it’s weaker than me…

Holding it all up, in a bundle, don’t you see? It’s me. It’s me.

It’s me who is tied up in all this shit!

 

So yeah, like it knows, I aren’t the one who grows it.

Even though I won’t show it, it’s always about this and that.

So, so, so, way up in the sky, where the tallest mountains ride.

So, so, so, way up in the sky, where the blue birds are shy.

Hide and hide, it’s all over… the blueness is gone and the dark is a cover.

A cover of death, and the blue world is nothing without it.

You weren’t really there for me…

I was never really meant to be…

Part of me, and this part of me wants to break free.

Break free from the angels holding me down,

Break free. Break free from the angles holding me down.

She’d frown and frown, and her body would fall right down.

It was a metallic taste for me, I tasted the blood of 1 or 3?

It was a dream to her, a nightmare for me.

A scream of passion, a bloody chassis, a burning statue in her name.

A stone grave for her, in her name, she was no flame, she kept on sparkling like…

I was insane. As if she was the flame, she became the fame of my family.

She returned to me, her hair in bits, her face in three, she reminded me of myself.

On our final, last… anniversary…

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