This is not the house I built. This is not my home
These strangers used to hold regard for those that toiled alone
Look me in the eye and pray I keep this in my head
Now whispers tell me one by one how blatantly they lie
That men were made for greatness and that eyes were meant for eyes
Let the guard down, you fools are paranoid you'll get what you deserve
Fear will shake a hostile heart, you'll get what you deserve
Look me in the eye and pray I keep this in my head
The rows are plowed, but they are paved so death will wash away
On foot we walk to raise the graves where future seeds may lay