"Go home" they say

Where is home supposed to be,
When the place you were raised
Was torn down by the devil's hands themselves

The walls dripped with crimson memories,
Stronger than any IV provided in dingy hospitals

Home is fantasized as a comfort
A place to shield yourself from the daily onslaughts

I've become well acquainted with the back of cars
And random beds

"Home is where the heart is"
Well, my heart is set on state-hopping
And on the morphine provided by your luxury

If there's any place I want to stay,
It would be far from you