Текст песни Home Is Where the Hatred Is - Anita Lane

A junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago
No one seems to know I'm gone

Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain
And there might not be such a bad idea
I never went home again

Stand as far away from me as you can
Don't ask me why

Hang on to your rosary beads
Close your eyes to watch me die
You keep sayin'
'Kick it! Quit it!
Kick it! Quit it!
But did you ever try?

To turn your sick soul
Inside out
So that the world, so that the world
Can watch you die

Home is where I live inside my white power dreams
Home was once an empty vacuum
That's filled now with my silent screams
Home is where the needle marks
Try to hear my broken heart
And it might not be such a bad idea
If I never, never went home again (home again)
Home again

Home again
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it
Quit it