HOME SWEET HOME
HOME SWEET HOMEA PLACE WHERE THE DEMONS ROAM,
A CAVE DOWN UNDER AND I'M ALL ALONE,
THERE'S NO ONE TO HELP ME AND NO ONE TO PHONE,
I FEEL LIKE I AM SATAN'S CLONE...
HOME SWEET HOME
WHERE OH WHERE CAN YOU BE?
WHY ARE THESE WALLS CLOSING IN ON ME?
I CAN FEEL THE PAIN AND I AM SO COLD,
WHERE IS THE MAN I DREAM TO HOLD?
HOME SWEET HOME
AM I BLINDED BY MY CONSCIENCE,
OR MAYBE I AM AN IMAGINARY FRIEND TO EXISTANCE,
THE AIR IS FADING AND IT'S GETTING HARD TO BREATH IN HERE,
I HAVE SURVIVED MY PAST SO THEREFORE I HAVE NO FEAR...
HOME SWEET HOME
WHEN JESUS WILL YOU SEND ME HOME?
OR MAYBE I'M NOT EVEN WELCOMED;(,
HOW AM I TO KNOW IF MY HEART HAS TURNED TO STONE?
OR MAYBE I NEED TO CHANGE MY TONE...
HOME SWEET HOME
I WANNA GO HOME
OR BUILD ONE OF MY OWN...
I NEED A REAL HOME, ONE I CAN CALL
HOME SWEET HOME..
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