Closing one eye, white Stanley give me my dose
Crack in the sky, I sit alone with your ghost
Spilling out time, it vomits, the clock on the wall
Veins are but vines, Gaia, the cannibal ball
Will I go home again? to that familiar hum ?
Will I go home again? Where rooms are golden warm
Paralyzed man, propped up in window of rain
Days cauterize, lose teeth, drip blood down the drain
Poisonous flow, black venom pumps through the vein
Medicine glaze, eyes twitch but feeling no pain
Will I go home again? to that familiar hum ?
You can't go home again. No rooms are golden warm
Visiting time, white Stanley opens the blinds
Sit behind eyes, watch white clouds slowly pass by
Changing the tubes, The strap pulls tight around me
Fingers uncurl, trapped in these holocaust days
You can't go home again. to that familiar hum
You can't go home again. to that familiar... that familiar... that familiar...that familiar...that familiar
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