THROUGH THE TWILIGHT,

I`M ON MY WAY HOME.

I LEFT THREE DAYS AGO

BUT NO ONE

SEEMS TO KNOW

I`M GONE.

HOME IS WHERE THE HATRED IS,

HOME

IS FILLED WITH PAIN,

AND IT MIGHT NOT BE

SUCH A BAD IDEA

IF I NEVER,

NEVER WENT HOME AGAIN.

STAND AS FAR AWAY

FROM ME AS YOU CAN,

AND ASK ME WHY.

HANG ON

TO YOUR ROSARY BEADS,

CLOSE YOUR EYES

TO WATCH ME DIE.

YOU KEEP SAYIN`,

`KICK IT!

QUIT IT!

KICK IT!

QUIT IT!

KICK IT!

QUIT IT!`

GOD,

BUT DID YOU EVER TRY

TO TURN YOUR SICK SOUL

INSIDE OUT

SO THAT THE WORLD

CAN WATCH YOU DIE.

HOME IS WHERE

I LIVE INSIDE

MY WHITE POWER DREAMS,

HOME WAS ONCE

AN EMPTY VACUUM

THAT`S FILLED NOW

WITH MY SILENT SCREAMS.

HOME IS WHERE

THE NEEDLE MARKS

TRY TO HEAR

MY BROKEN HEART,

AND IT MIGHT NOT BE

SUCH A BAD IDEA

IF I NEVER,

NEVER WENT HOME AGAIN.

HOME AGAIN,

HOME AGAIN,

HOME AGAIN,

KICK IT QUIT IT,

KICK IT QUIT IT,

KICK IT QUIT IT,

KICK IT,