No, ain't be a place like your Home
And home is where you stand your thoughts
I used to run and run but
Always facing my nightmare
Still looking for a place to go
Then I spent my days walking dead
Around me I see wasted lands
No place to hide and find peace
Always loosing more chances
I do believe that there's something more
Flowing thoughts are like a river
I breath deep my chest is bigger
Shoulders square I got no spare
Sometimes I think about certain death
Three jaws crunch much better than One
My people bleed but they're allowed to have fun
And this is scaring me
But that ain't scaring you
Loose knees against that dogs
Three heads six eyes of fog
Your fears and dreams mixed up
I see all your teardrops
Just behave as well as theme
The evil is in your head
You became so dark as well
The good is in what you made
No, ain't be a place like your Home
And home is where you stand your thoughts
I used to run and run but
Always facing my nightmare
Still looking for a place to go
Then I spent my days walking dead
Around me I see wasted lands
No place to hide and find peace
Always loosing more chances
I do believe that there's something more
Have you ever eard about RAP
It was used to call rythm and poetry
Nothing left to say but those words are dead
No one want to hear you if your sound sounds sad
But I have two hands covern up my face
The breath is hard to take give me some space
I'm in paranoia sweating on my palms
I spend holidays closed in a box not down a palm
Blowing back your tragedy
And loose your self imagining
To be someone
Better or basically
Just someone else
This is the best that you get
From this humanity
Have you had enough poison
To get the real immunity
Have you already had your poison
They will set then you finally free
No, ain't be a place like your Home
And home is where you stand your thoughts
I used to run and run but
Always facing my nightmare
Still looking for a place to go
Then I spent my days walking dead
Around me I see wasted lands
No place to hide and find peace
Always loosing more chances
I do believe that there's something more
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No, ain't be a place like your Home
And home is where you stand your thoughts
I used to run and run but
Always facing my nightmare
Still looking for a place to go
Then I spent my days walking dead
Around me I see wasted lands
No place to hide and find peace
Always loosing more chances
I do believe that there's something more
Flowing thoughts are like a river
I breath deep my chest is bigger
Shoulders square I got no spare
Sometimes I think about certain death
Three jaws crunch much better than One
My people bleed but they're allowed to have fun
And this is scaring me
But that ain't scaring you
Loose knees against that dogs
Three heads six eyes of fog
Your fears and dreams mixed up
I see all your teardrops
Just behave as well as theme
The evil is in your head
You became so dark as well
The good is in what you made
No, ain't be a place like your Home
And home is where you stand your thoughts
I used to run and run but
Always facing my nightmare
Still looking for a place to go
Then I spent my days walking dead
Around me I see wasted lands
No place to hide and find peace
Always loosing more chances
I do believe that there's something more
Have you ever eard about RAP
It was used to call rythm and poetry
Nothing left to say but those words are dead
No one want to hear you if your sound sounds sad
But I have two hands covern up my face
The breath is hard to take give me some space
I'm in paranoia sweating on my palms
I spend holidays closed in a box not down a palm
Blowing back your tragedy
And loose your self imagining
To be someone
Better or basically
Just someone else
This is the best that you get
From this humanity
Have you had enough poison
To get the real immunity
Have you already had your poison
They will set then you finally free
No, ain't be a place like your Home
And home is where you stand your thoughts
I used to run and run but
Always facing my nightmare
Still looking for a place to go
Then I spent my days walking dead
Around me I see wasted lands
No place to hide and find peace
Always loosing more chances
I do believe that there's something more
And home is where you stand your thoughts
I used to run and run but
Always facing my nightmare
Still looking for a place to go
Then I spent my days walking dead
Around me I see wasted lands
No place to hide and find peace
Always loosing more chances
I do believe that there's something more
Flowing thoughts are like a river
I breath deep my chest is bigger
Shoulders square I got no spare
Sometimes I think about certain death
Three jaws crunch much better than One
My people bleed but they're allowed to have fun
And this is scaring me
But that ain't scaring you
Loose knees against that dogs
Three heads six eyes of fog
Your fears and dreams mixed up
I see all your teardrops
Just behave as well as theme
The evil is in your head
You became so dark as well
The good is in what you made
No, ain't be a place like your Home
And home is where you stand your thoughts
I used to run and run but
Always facing my nightmare
Still looking for a place to go
Then I spent my days walking dead
Around me I see wasted lands
No place to hide and find peace
Always loosing more chances
I do believe that there's something more
Have you ever eard about RAP
It was used to call rythm and poetry
Nothing left to say but those words are dead
No one want to hear you if your sound sounds sad
But I have two hands covern up my face
The breath is hard to take give me some space
I'm in paranoia sweating on my palms
I spend holidays closed in a box not down a palm
Blowing back your tragedy
And loose your self imagining
To be someone
Better or basically
Just someone else
This is the best that you get
From this humanity
Have you had enough poison
To get the real immunity
Have you already had your poison
They will set then you finally free
No, ain't be a place like your Home
And home is where you stand your thoughts
I used to run and run but
Always facing my nightmare
Still looking for a place to go
Then I spent my days walking dead
Around me I see wasted lands
No place to hide and find peace
Always loosing more chances
I do believe that there's something more
Writer: Alberto Patriarca
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC