I don't have a home anymore.
They've came and burned it down.
Now I just have my graveyard;
where my soul is locked and bound.

I don't know who I am anymore
for the home is who I was.
Though really I can't say this
for this is something I can't prove.

Open up your eyes
and know that you can't tell
who I am, who they are,
or who we want to be.