After a long days of work, I return to this place,
beat up and dirty, I open the door to this place,
In this place, the key allows you an entrance,
in this place, you learn to abide by a system/
Two and some odd weeks, you take a vacation from this place,
somewhere far away you drift away from this place,
The journey ends, reality resides in this place,
there is a bed, some food, and shelter in this place where you stay/
But where is the love and comfort, no one to hold in this place,
home is where the heart is, I dont belong in this place,
My heart is gone in this place, I cant go on in this place,
tears of emotion, I write a lonely song in this place/
In this place, awaken souls of the early morning haunt me,
the old, gray bearded man is dying to turn 30,
Secrets and lies linger in this place, they point fingers in this place,
voices of bitterness echo in this place/
Some lie, some cheat, some deceit in this place,
Im so confused, sometimes I taste defeat in this place,
In this place, I am no longer safe,
I am abused, tormented, and ridiculed in this place/
In this place, yeah, I hate this place,
I stomp, scream, and shout, full of suspense in this place,
Inside children are crying for help in this place,
you said it yourself, we’re going through Hell in this place!
CHORUS: I want to go away, far, far away
The passion has fallen, no motivation to stay,
I want to go home, want to finally see home,
I want to go to MY home, not what YOU call home/
I just want to go away, far, far away,
The passion has fallen, no inspiration to stay,
I can never be me, cant I ever be free?
Cause whats home to you, may not be home to me/
When I come to this place, SHE is not here,
THEY are not here, parts of me are not here,
When you come to this place, you might feel like home,
but when I come to this place, all I feel is alone/
There are no signs of life, no talking in this place,
no dolls, no puppets, no teddy bears in this place,
No running around, no smiling in this place,
no getting in trouble, no innocence in this place/
In this place, the posters take the walls away,
I lie desperately, holding on to a thrill in this place,
In this place, the air of the night evaporates,
but for my soul, there is no escape/
In this place of doubt overpowering hope,
pain is heavy, like earrings to the ear lobe,
Monsters roam, evil lurks in this place,
visions of fear, shout out in terror in this place/
In this place, the shivering hand covers the face,
you can hear the clinging of the chains rattle in this place,
Lonesome shadows wander around in this place,
the spirits eat up their insides in this place/
The messages melt through the walls in this place,
but the windows, they seal it shut in this place,
The messages stab the windows to bleed,
beyond this place, the truth will never be seen/
The ceiling awaits to capture me when it crumbles,
But even an earthquake wouldnt cause this place to stumble,
For the place in itself is a natural disaster,
Paved by concrete and wood chips, structurally plastered/
Built by humanity, only to fall,
And you could watch it burn, when you’re trapped between the walls,
You could hear them laughing, loudly pointing at you,
A dagger to the heart with threatening boos/
I stand cold, shaking, suddenly scared of this place,
Known as a successful failure in this place,
Signs of oppression when the lights go out,
This is life in a house, explained through the mouth/
Thoughts fulfill my mind, like patterns on a sheet,
Years of silence, carried on a Siamese dream,
And withheld in a sanctum, to be on my own,
And finally find a place that I can call HOME!
CHORUS: I want to go away, far, far away,
The passion has fallen, no motivation to stay,
I want to go home, want to finally see home,
I want to go to MY home, not what YOU call home/
I just want to go away, far, far away,
The passion has fallen, no inspiration to stay,
I can never be me, cant I ever be free?
Cause whats home to you, may not be home to me/
Allen Ginsberg dazed american era post great depression pre era beaurocratic men Cries of sickness 1) Why might Jesus have some awareness of his messianic role, yet not have a comparable awareness of his divinity? Peace Where |
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