So I´ll keep searching, for a place called home I´ll rip my roots from this earth, into the unkonwn Is it for the dreams I chased or the ones I caught, this mystery this misery is killing me. So now I´ll leave behind a murder scene, my life isn´t real, it´s just a silhouette and when the sun goes down, I won´t exist
I will be forfotten, bread crums and white stones can´t follow me Overwhelming, constantly i´m tearing at the seams, the threads that hold me together, they envelop me. I am a shaking man As my body breaks against the wind, I begin slowly to unravel Overwhleming, I´m tearing at the seams, the threads that hold me together they envelop me And with fervor I am everywhere I thought I never would be I will never come home, I am a ghost inside your empty house I don´t exist I will not come home, I´ll never come home