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My Head, My Home

from These Days by Carvings

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I found my head at the bottom of a box filled with holes
My eyes are wide open
Don’t cut me up just yet
I’ve got so much blood to give
Pack me up and ship me home
Because I’m dead, feel it, I’m dead
I found my heart at the bottom of a well filled with souls
No life rushing through them.
Despite their grip I have no hope to give.
Break my bones and I’ll sink into the stone
I’ll devour you all
And as I digest you
I’ll be pushing you down
In hopes to fill the sound
In my belly, In my pit
Fill me up, It’s not enough
Because I’m dead, I feel it, I’m dead
Your tongue may have spoke more prophetically than my own, but what I have I have in my bones
You may have spat more cynically than I but what I have I have in my spine.
No words, no language, no prayer will take me back there, for I’ve found my head and my home.

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from These Days, released December 3, 2012

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