far frome home
(hook) now we're jus' like you from the same place in the same race tryin' to make cake for the sake of our brethren all across the globe this one goes out to those far from home [lost they souls] (verse 1) he stepped out on the street all alone everything he'd known come and gone and now it seems the scene is good to go jus' like befo' though but what he don't know is everything he thought that was real is really just an illusion with the choice before him now to be choosing using that sense he developed from delusions of spirits wrapped up by material pollution never really moving caught up in the illusion brought up by the same insane type of seclusion proving nothing to no one when proving that nothing is gained real from selfish collusions except for the pain that comes from producing broken down dreams and fellow man abusing what seems to be in fact can happen to be not what one suspects but cracked ever so slightly lightly tread with the devils in disguise while trying to surmise the twinkle in they eyes lies or truth? both hard to prove though actions dictate who's masking who time tells all despite the moves made by the false whose faults will fall them to lose while the noose looms closer to throat consume those who know that they done wrong in all they do (hook) (verse 2) she woke up to a cold bed ahead lay the day dead bled red forget the madness of the led by the hand submit no demand and can't understand the lay of the land and what for it stands glitz glamour glam give nothing to man though high in demand no high can advance the passions drained from him/her in a trance trained not to lead in the dance of the damned bleed though for seeds of the new plants to plant to give back their fruit for the seeds of their plants the cycle continues to spiral and slant a viral implanted by those in the black for those are the trapped those are the wrapped up in the false pretenses of the past brought back to life though they know it can't last (hook)
