Homestead Lyrics

Forming our fragile shells made from our own personal hell
We carry their weight on broken backs
Twisting ourself to ease our aching spine

We adopt lost causes like orphaned distractions
Creating something where there is nothing
The building blocks of a broken home
Unrest in the mortar
The building blocks of a broken home
Unrest in the mortar
Home of disorder
Home of disorder

Can you feel your neighbor's knife resting in the base of your spine?
Bleed out the spite, bleed out the spite
Or prepare yourself for a changing of times

We'll swallow blood before we swallow our pride
But we're living meaningful lies
We're living meaningful lies
We paint the lines with the blood of our neighbors
So afraid of breaking out

Listen to the voices
The voices of our enemies
Your praises drown the sound of their beating hearts
Your gospels are deafening

We paint the lines with blood of our neighbors
We're living meaningful lies

We paint the lines with blood of our neighbors
We paint the lines
We're so afraid of breaking
We're so afraid

We form our fragile shells made from our own personal hells
We're afraid of breaking
We're afraid of breaking out