Sit on a bus... The soundtrack of religious views is poking out for miles so why am I considered a drag? the holy land ain't nicer than a hell with nice trees so feel the ease At home...discomfort... the television is spelling out living lies. The sun is stabbing my own eyes The ground is scorching my own feet; I guess I'm Home. You! Acting like your shit don't stink No phylactery on my arms I'm tagged with my own plea Still have myself to believe in and that's right, i refuse to believe in your everything. The sun is stabbing my own eyes The ground is scorching my own feet; I guess I'm Home. I'M ONLY FUCKING HUMAN ! Treat me like less only makes a bigger mess wishing i was not... it would sure explain a lot.