And when you get pushed out from what once was comfort
Know the voice you hear ain't calling you home
Every day you're gone will make inconsequential things that now might as well
Never have shone
There is no home
There never has been
Fall on your own
Don't even ask them
Then when you fade
They'll carry onward
Take with them things
Meaning subjective
You will be left sitting somewhere in the distance wondering if this was part of the plan
And when you get pushed out from this final comfort
Know the voice you hear is calling you home
There is no home
There never has been
Fall on your own
Don't even ask them
Then when you die
They'll carry onward
Take with them things
Meaning subjective