Fiction
Cut my chest open and fill me with stones.
Cross my bleeding heart and break my bones.
There's no place like home.
The prayers that you hear, keep the voices silent.
Like the blood you talk to fear, the crossfire lights up your eyes.
The prayers that you hear, keep your mind blank.
Then the visions will appear, the crossfire lights up your eyes.
All this is fiction, lies, lies, lies.
There's no place like home.
Cross my bleeding heart and break my bones.
There's no place like home.
The prayers that you hear, keep the voices silent.
Like the blood you talk to fear, the crossfire lights up your eyes.
The prayers that you hear, keep your mind blank.
Then the visions will appear, the crossfire lights up your eyes.
All this is fiction, lies, lies, lies.
There's no place like home.
Credits
Writer(s): Nero Bellum, Tim Skold
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