When the world turns red
you're all dead
you're all fed
the lies of your fathers

when the night turns black
you take that
you fake fact
and you breathe in clear

when your earth spins
your feet grow
you don't know
how the sidewalk is made

but the lights all flicker
and flutter
and melt like
melting butter
the lights all fall and fade
like the pictures of your youth
so much truth

and there's no hate
and sorrow
but here
and now
and
tomorrow
brings a different kind of thought
a different kind of taught
and thinking
and drinking

I am
I am
I am

and I want to go back home.