Lyrics Coming Home - Slaine

They say you can't come home again but look at this, I'm back
And at times it feels like I never left
I done seen my American dreams come true
Kick the habits I acquired, in this place, whatever's next
I'mma make the most of it, but I carry ghosts of it
Several deaths close to me every step that I take
It's supposed to be like an oath to me
But I carry forth with this torch with a heavy chest

There's really no throne in this kingdom (come)
Out by them hoops where you shoot or you sling from (none)
Not on that stoop where you hang and you drink rum
Not on that stage or that mic that we sing from
Every piece of this history was like a symphony
Passionately played and scripted to have it in for me
The epiphany of an epitaph forever live in infamy
But waves of this Poseidon that I've been riding so sinfully
So when I'm gone out this world it won't miss a step
Whether I'm old or I'm young the chunk is a death
Is a higher power that I figured was true
The greatest story ever written, and it's bigger than you

I've been around the world always looking for something
I had to find out on my own
I had it in my heart, all along
I did what I had to do, but I got some sins for which I will atone
(So I'm coming home)

I've been around the world always looking for something
Else to maybe fill the hole
But I saw that road become cold and it took what it was owed
So I'm coming back to maybe save my soul
(Yeah, I'm coming home)
(Yeah, I'm coming home)

They say you can't come home and give a look at this, I'm back
And at times it feels like I never left
I done seen my American dreams come true
Kick the habits I acquired, in this place, whatever's next
I'mma make the most of it, but I carry ghosts of it
Several deaths close to me every step that I take
It's supposed to be like an oath to me
But I carry forth with this torch with a heavy chest

They say there's no room for the weak here
From them streets of deceit, you should keep clear
But it's deep when you sleep and you eat there
So when it all changed, how could you prepare?
The big head, with a plus size and a mask
Dusk skies with his stash, cut ties with the past
Dust flies in the path of the light
In a dark room
As it became clear what was coming for my heart soon
No where to run and hide
Suicide and homicide
What if I recover and I make it out the other side?
Perhaps there's still some time left for my salvation
But time is here and the future is what I'm now facing

I've been around the world always looking for something
I had to find out on my own
I had it in my heart, all along
I did what I had to do, but I got some sins for which I will atone
(So I'm coming home)

I've been around the world always looking for something
Else to maybe fill the hole
But I saw that road become cold and it took what it was owed
So I'm coming back to maybe save my soul
(Yeah, I'm coming home)
(Yeah, I'm coming home)
(Yeah, I'm coming home)
(Yeah, I'm coming home)
(Yeah, I'm coming home)
(Yeah, I'm coming home)

Saint Michael, Archangel. Defend us in battle
Be our protection against the madness and snares of the devil
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do you
O Prince of the heavenly host, by the divine power
Thrust into hell Satan, and all the evil spirits
Who prowl about the world
Seeking the ruin of souls
Amen.