Along the street, in every store

On your TV, under your door

In your face, forever more, forever more



In a quiet hiss, or a piercing scream

When you’re awake, and in your dreams

You are the mark, of another scheme, another scheme



If I could find a way back home

Where all that’s left is skin and bone

A place where I can be alone

I need to find a way back home



We’ve grown immune to sorry sights

Brought to us in black and white

We hear the bark but lose the bite, but lose the bite



If I could find a way back home

Where all that’s left is skin and bone

A place where I can be alone

I need to find a way back home



If I could find a way

To rid myself

Of all I’ve been taught to feel

If I could find a way

To erase the day

And start clean with something real

If I could find a way