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Home
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Metal
Home was released on March 28, 2020 by 585 Metal as a part of the album Home - EP
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Release DateMarch 28, 2020
Label585 Metal
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM57

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Hoyt
Jordan Hoyt
Songwriter
Gerry Weaver
Gerry Weaver
Songwriter

Lyrics

Let me take you home
Where the throats were slit
Just to make a mark
Where the lights were lit
Whether it was
Whether it was
Bright or dark
Swimming through the pools of my empty eyes
Disguises hide the truth beneath the crooked signs
In this path of self destruction broken I now lie
Putting back the pieces of my sanity
No not everyday
I'll walk with smiles stretched across my face
But I will be condemned if I just throw this all away
No not everyday
I'll walk with smiles stretched across my face
But I will be condemned if I just throw this all away
I am my own savior
I am my own worst enemy
I am my own savior
I am my own worst enemy
Let me take you home
Where the throats were slit
Just to make a mark
Where the lights were lit
Whether it was
Whether it was
Bright or dark
Let me take you home
Where the throats were slit
Just to make a mark
Where the lights were lit
Whether it was
Whether it was
Bright or dark
No not everyday
I'll walk with smiles stretched across my face
But I will be condemned if I just throw this all away
No not everyday
I'll walk with smiles stretched across my face
But I will be condemned if I just throw this all away
I am my own savior
I am my own worst enemy
I am my own savior
I am my own worst enemy
If this is hell where the fuck am I going
When I'm already burning for the demon I'm becoming
I'm in a place where I don't exist
Craving sweet life through the nothingness
If this is hell where the fuck am I going
When I'm already burning for the demon I'm becoming
I'm in a place where I don't exist
Craving sweet life through the nothingness
Shedding my skin again
For the old me
Is dead
Remains of remnants
Rise like Phoenix
From the ashes
Burn inside this tomb
We've built
Form our own flesh
And bone
Shifted Perception
Vested jacket
Made from straps and poems
To memorize and find this peace
That we call our own
Sanctuary bliss
From the numbness
Constant pain is now
Condemned
Condemned as friends till the end
If this is hell where the fuck am I going
When I'm already burning for the demon I'm becoming
Where the fuck am I going
Where the fuck
Am I going
Written by: Gerry Weaver, Jordan Hoyt
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