Coming Home
You say you want a living sacrifice?
Well, I am a burnt offering
Crawling off the altar and
Back in to the fire.
And with my smoke-filled lungs,
I cry out for freedom...
While locking and chaining myself
To my rotting desires.
And I hate the stench,
And I swallow the key,
And with it stuck in my throat,
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
But I'm still a long way off.
I am shelled-shocked, and I have walked
Through the trenches full of tears,
With the mortars of memory
Exploding in my burning ears.
You stripped the trees of Lebanon,
And now you're stripping me
Of the bark of false morality,
And the bite of selfish greed.
Can you hear me?
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
But I'm still a long way off.
Will you run to me?
Will you come to me?
Will you meet me?
Will you greet me?
Will you drag me home?
'Cause I'm still a long way off.
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
But I'm still a long way...
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home.
But I'm still a long way.