Home Sweet Home

Home sweet home, Dreadful buildings patchily painted to show The cheerfulness we fake, the two-faced affection, The thousand hands we shake without making a single connection... We hide inside The belly of a concrete beast and dream of the sky, We stumble in the dark and swear we belong Although in our hearts we know everything is entirely wrong. There is no place like home sweet home, The place where I was born, sweet home Nothing compares to my home sweet home... Home sweet home, The past crawls in our veins, still living on, It stabs us in the back, it feeds from our chest, Waving our flags, making us angry and depressed. The dead walk ahead, Their customs are laws, their madness hangs round our necks, We struggle to survive them anxiously enough, We run for our lives suffocated by their love. There is no place like home sweet home, The place where I was born, sweet home Nothing compares to my home sweet home... There is no place like home sweet home, The place where I was born, sweet home Nothing compares to my home sweet home...