Текст песни Homesickness - Despot

This is homesickness...
Slept through my alarm, woke from a nightmare and it's hard to tell the difference
Just hollow acts to follow,
Scratch tomorrow off the wishlist
And stand tall and proud while the welcome mat is slipping
This is the land of "How's your day?" "None of your business"
Where that faint glimmer of hope only comes when you blink and miss it
Instant sob story, tell 'em today was a tearjerker
And a million hands are reaching out saying they know it hurts, but...
Cry me a river and I'll piss you a puddle
Cause either I don't give a fuck or my compassion's too subtle
I'm past the fool's trouble of weeping cause you struggle
Where I walk everyone got a shiny pin to burst bubbles
And the others are muzzled with silver spoons
Never gotta see the sidewalks crack to form tombs
Street light filaments pop trying to cover up the wounds
From that lucky shot in the dark that shook a whole platoon
I stomp through clutching a grudge in my hand
Throw caution to the wind where my friend used to stand
And the corner characters are all the same
Used to be handing em trust with every single pound I gave
Now I'm slapping 'em disgust and ain't returning their gaze
So stop trying to find a friend hiding underneath the daze
New page, old book, scarred face, don't look
There's a place reserved for everyone where the bodies are put
The meaning of life is just too long to stand through
Where doorbells play the music that the dead dance to
This is the place that I used to call home
It's just another backyard warzone
And you could stand right in the middle alone
Cause everybody knows there's just no place like home
Home is where the heart is
That's a coffee cup and a subway token for the heartless
Coughing up his life and choking down your garbage
With a prime seat to watch gold paved streets tarnish
While the paint leaks on 'em and drips down through the cracks
Where the trains reap harvests of dreams fell to the tracks
Some seek that light at the end of the tunnel 'til they fall flat
But weather never follows Little Orphan Annie's forecast
There's veterans with bottles on the corner selling war masks
Sun ain't coming out tomorrow so we follow storms, half steppin'
Ten bucks for them neatly packaged weapons
And then creep into a staircase with a cheap bootleg of heaven
Where every scar is proof you'll never learn your lesson
Who's next is the burning question
Use your head at your discretion
Cause there are no good intentions
And no one cares what you think
Floating along on a cloud while everyone's hoping you sink
Froze in a blink, sucking a picket fence dream
Wake up on receiving ends of disappearing machines
You'll tear at the seams
The Garden of Eden reduced to short stumps
Where life's rough so cats carry clips full of shortcuts
And they're eager to show you the end
Bit the hand that feeds so many times there's nothing left to extend
Just hope those blinking lights don't mark the final breaths of a friend
Keep walking 'til you find a warm hole in the wall to rest your head
Stuck in a box cold sweating
Stare out the window where the demons run free and let it all set in
Aftermath of Pandora, Hellraiser wedding
And you're forced to sleep on the dirty honeymoon bedding
Today's lesson is duck and run
And leave the light on for something that never comes
Look happy or you'll ruin all the fun
Throw your hands in the air if you know that you're scum
Every other second's a deep breath before the bad news
And the wreckage of each step's too much to get through
Speak for yourself or somebody less important
Or you'll find out hubris makes a great lining for coffins
Cemetery street where the madmen walk clumsy
With crooked smirks bearing their teeth, worn ugly
Just trying to make that smiley face stick where the lips split
And ending up with 'em stitched closed, homesickness