Don't Need This Lyrics

Sit on a bus...
The soundtrack of religious views
is poking out for miles
so why I'm considered a drag?
the holy land ain't nicer than a hell with nice trees
so feel the ease At home...discomfort...
the television is spelling out living lies.
The sun is stabbing my own eyes
The ground is scorching my own feet;
I guess I'm Home.
You! Acting like your s*** don't stink
No phylactery on my arms I'm tagged with my own plea
Still have myself to believe in
and that's right, i refuse to believe in your everything.
The sun is stabbing my own eyes
The ground is scorching my own feet;
I guess I'm Home.
I'M ONLY f****** HUMAN !
Treat me like less only makes a bigger mess
wishing i was not...
it would sure explain a lot.