Walking on the pavement that wishes me goodbye,
Tripping up on my own self-doubts,
The cracks were never there until I blamed,
The cinder king.

The buildings are cracking,
The secrets slipping through,
I was never ill but still I was sent to the pharmacy,
Farming the children who broke the line and wanted to get away.

It has bothered me for way to long,
I have got to go and make a new road,
Cause the one I've been trekking is pooling with blood.

Trading with a demon for some new meaning,
I know you want more but you just will not leave,
This concrete oasis at the edge of the forest.
Hometown is home when you have nowhere else to go.