There's a home, there's a hell up in the hills, there's a 
private drive to dreams fulfilled and a fence and a fence 
keeps bad away, separating the predators from the prey. 
There's a system of wires and drains and tubes, one 
million means and ways things can reach you, there's a 
friend and a neighbor just down the street, there's a way 
to make you feel complete. There's a sense of fear you 
can't ignore, not a flood or a fire or a thunder storm, 
but a beast that lives out in the trees, the more we cut 
the closer he comes to being released. There's a church 
where your parents pray to God, they swear the stained 
glass home is all they've got. They've got they've got to 
feel secure and do their part to keep this poor world 
pure. Let's build a stadium with a cross on the roof. 
Some black magic, packed arenas are the proof. Acres and 
acres of faith filled parking lots, we were told we have 
read this is what he wants. Building a house cut a hole 
in the Earth now. Turn it all out, you're doing superb 
now. Framing's a game you can play it's a dance now. My 
heart spins where this home is, the home is where the 
heart will live and die we can't build out, so we build 
up now everyone lives in the sky. Burn the prairie, build 
the church. God will love, your hard work. The deer that 
flees, in fear of the crane. Destruction is beautiful 
when it's done in His name.