Grace, pride, tell me whats your name Crippled will with tomorrows pill And I feel no pain bit I can't remember Whose to blame...
This is not my home This is not my home But the source was always known
My Grain I beg you steal, do you show me your signs of a sin Blistered and torn by the pure and reborn But there he just like up and remember Man, they cave in..
This is not my home This is not my home But the source was always known
My Grain
This is not my home This is not my home But the source was always known
My Grain War stone, do you write your name in trust Word to the wise my instincts rise All your heros are gone and the proud Ones have turned to dust... seven dust You can kill my pride but my heads still flying