Nowhere is home when you live in a cage
When you live like a freak on display
Nothing I see has an interest to me
As I wait for the end of the day
Is it too much to ask to be held for a while
Is it too much to ask just to give me a smile
Do you know what that means to me, know how it grieves in me
Keeps a fire burning inside
I’ve come to bring you home--sharing the germ
To lay you all low some peace-release
He feeds your sorrow I feed tomorrow
You can work it all out in the end
Nowhere is home for a thing of disgust
The pariah cooped up in his hole
Why can't you see what it's doing to me
As it's eating away at my soul
Can't you tell all you're doing is feeding my rage
Can't you tell all you're doing is setting the stage
For the coming apocalypse, sinking the human ship
Prepare to meet your darkest day
I’ve come to bring you home-spreading relief
From all of your tripe some rest-ceaseless
No lies of redemption No cries for exemption
You can work it all out in the end
Nowhere is home for the angel of death
And I'm really not looking to find one
I'll make you pay for the lives you've betrayed
And the damage your therapy’s done
I will rage like a cancer on all of your lives
I will make war not love upon all that's in sight
I'll reject all you give to me, live on in infamy
And there will be no way that you can fight
I’ve come to take you home-pouring the fire
To cauterize the cut-ever shut
Realization Sterilization
You can work it all out in the end