[ Your home is dead ]

Your home is dead
Words build up like memories on the stable side of your mind
It reflects the doves
Bullets lost in a mine field of catatonic stares
You wish you were just like them

The junction is so packed
People lining parades onto the side of the street
Filling their drinks with lost jobs and idle dead weight
It makes me wonder if I'll be just like them

This is so magnificent, isn't it?
Watching the trains follow their paths
leading to the words you refused to use
and hopes that you left out in the cold
So you match your doubt
Watch it burn into the stars in the sky
Looking back
You wish you were just like them

The junction is so packed
People lining parades onto the side of the street
Filling their drinks with lost jobs and idle dead weight
It makes me wonder if I'll be just like them

But who could I blame when everything is exactly the same?
Who could I blame when your heart stops beating, killing off your name?
Who could I blame?