ten long years, it's time to admit it.
this place has never changed, it all stays the same.
tear down the sellouts, fill the yards with holes.
then walk away.
they made it, right.
like birds of prey, dive down where you lay.
did everything feel right?
can you call this home?
stale eyes on quiet streets.
wrapped up with iron birds.
contracts and offers, fill the yards with holes.
then walk away.
you made it, right.
like birds of prey, dive down where they lay.
did everything feel right?
can you call this home?
this place has never changed, it all stays the same.
tear down the sellouts, fill the yards with holes.
then walk away.
they made it, right.
like birds of prey, dive down where you lay.
did everything feel right?
can you call this home?
stale eyes on quiet streets.
wrapped up with iron birds.
contracts and offers, fill the yards with holes.
then walk away.
you made it, right.
like birds of prey, dive down where they lay.
did everything feel right?
can you call this home?