Junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago
And no one seems to know I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
And it may not be such a bad idea
if I never, I never went home again
Stand as far away from me as you can,
don't ask me why
Hang on to your rosy beads,
close your eyes
And watch me die
You keep saying kick it, quit it
But Lord, did you ever try
To turn your sick soul in side out
So that the world, so that the world
Can watch you die
Home is where I live
inside white -powdered dreams
Home was once an empty vacuum,
it's I now with my silence quakes
Home is where the needle marks
Tryin' to heal my broken heart
And it may not be such a bad idea
But I never,
never went home again
Stand as far away from me as you can
Don't ask me why
Hang on to your rollerblades
And close your eyes
And watch me die
You keep saying pick it, quit it, love it
Did you ever try
To turn your sick soul into silence
So that the world, so that the world
can't watch you die
Can't watch you die
Can't watch you die
Can't watch you die
Can't watch you die
I can't watch you die
You keep saying you can get away
But have you ever, have you ever tried
To let the world, to let the world