I'd bet it's nice to be home
where your mind can be alone
I’d bet its nice to feel
that someone who knows these roads is behind the wheel
out past the city lights
is where my body resides
where the concrete ends and the life depends on the sunlight to survive
smoke in my lungs
the knots in my tongue
it's not safe to be here
and I cant believe what i hear
out past the rotting hills
where I first learned how to kill
I was told not to look
in the eyes of the prey as you take their life away
this damn place is programmed to erase each face
we're the ones that relieve
we're the ones that deceive
smoke in my lungs
the knots in my tongue
it's not safe to be here
and I cant believe what i hear
I bet it's nice to be home
where your mind can be alone

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