No Place Like Home - Subterranean Masquerade

I’m digging myself, a small hole, will call it home

We’ll get a dark purple carpet so I will never fall, will never sink inside

this hole

And make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us…

So join me in my home

I’m digging a tunnel to another world

To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals

Survival is the key for life, the hunter — Allah on his side

And no one really knows his right from wrong

So what changed?

Still feels like home!

Running from the horror of civil depression

From the time before the time

Claiming the remains of a glorious presence

A chapter that slowly dies

Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage

Can you see, my forehead burning?

Pretentious fairies counting heads

Mortal Inventory, roots to collect

But there is no other place…

I will be digging you a small hole, to call home

So you will always feel welcome, all on your own

But when you need a break from it all

Pack a few bones to accompany the road

And remember that there is no place to come back to

There was never a home