Land of the landless
Land of the soulless
Land that is every land
At once
Wires upon wires
Skies upon skies
Tears and tears and a white sunshine

There is no place like home

Statics assaulting my brain
In a field
On the road
Under a scorching rain
I am back from the dead
I am back from the land
Where you're only your face
And you don’t have a name

Pain
Pain everywhere I look
Pain at my fingertips
I miss you, beautiful mess
I miss you, lack of sleep
I miss the way your twisted fingers unraveled my core
As your concrete abuse made me beg for more
I miss my skin rotting in your summer heat
I miss the charred grass underneath my feet
I miss what I don't have
I miss what I hate

I miss your tendrils entwined with my fate