Lyrics Hermit - Novaa

Lying in my bed
I watched the flowers growing in my head
I hear the knocking on my forehead
They wanna grow out
They wanna grow out of my boring body

Sitting on the floor
I watched the needles puncturing the wood
I guess I need them
All the things that hurt cure your body
This is not just dirt
This is my home

Standing here in line
They're selling feelings
Each one is too tight
I cannot breathe in
Everything I will is just illusion
They're hanging in my closet and slowly gathering dust

This rubbish is good
This rubbish is precious
This rubbish is golden underneath
But nobody sees it
'Cause everyone fears it

This is not just dirt
This is not just dirt
This is not just dirt
This is not just dirt
This is my home

I don't wanna tell you what it feels like
To be on your own
'Cause I would lie if I said I feel bad
When I'm all alone
When I'm all alone
I am at home