Postcards From Home (Live)

If you could see in the dark, hallway's old lights flicker
Strobe light shows of gurneys, silver and rust
Refrigeration stalled when the fuse box blew
The medicine needed to save you

Holding tight to a weapon
In the place of a toy or your mother's hand
White diamonds, red earth
It's slavery, understand

Holding tight to a weapon
In the place of a toy or your mother's hand
White diamonds, red earth
It's slavery, understand

So home now is the place between right and this
The blast still sings, the bullets blaze, the target missed
Atrocity calmly in your narcotic bliss
This last harvest of our innocence

Holding tight to a weapon
In the place of a toy or your mother's hand
White diamonds, red earth
It's slavery, understand

Holding tight to a weapon
In the place of a toy or your mother's hand
White diamonds, red earth
It's slavery, understand

Postcards from post colonies, post kingdoms
Progress twisted from sea to sea
Postcards from post colonies, post kingdoms
Progress twisted for you and me

Postcards from post colonies, post kingdoms
Progress twisted from sea to sea
Postcards from post colonies, post kingdoms
Progress twisted for you and me, you and me

Well, you can't walk away, this light will follow you
You can't walk away because you're so conditioned like me
You can't walk away, this land will follow you
You can't walk away 'cause this is home

This is home
Postcards



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Ryan Smith, Thomas Rosser Barnett, Eric Warren Kane, Daniel Garth Petrie, Mark Edward Miller
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