Clong the street in every store
On your tv under your door
In your face forever more
In a quiet hiss or a piercing scream
When you're awake and in your dreams
You are the mark of another scheme
If I could find a way back home
Where all that's left is skin and bone
C place where I could be alone
I need to find a way back home
We've grown immune to sorry sights
Brought to us in black and white
We hear the bark, but lose the bite
If I could find a way back home
Where all that's left is skin and bone
C place where I could be alone
I need to find a way back home
If I could find a way to rid myself of all I've been taught to feel
If I could find a way to erase the day and start clean with something real