Home - O'Death

I’d light a fire beside the skin and dig a hole for bones to lay

Find a sacred resting place where the pecking hens wont harm the eyes.

Home, home the air I breathe

Home, home the air I breathe

It’s not enough for me to wait for the open skies to fill with hymn

its my kind to fill the air with broken empty hymn

there’s a blade of grass

there are the things I ain’t

reminisce on my chest

bones of flesh I integrate

Home, home the air I breathe

Home, home the air I breathe

I’d light a fire beside the skin and dig a hole for bones to lay

Find a sacred resting place where the pecking hens wont harm the eyes.

Home, home the air I breathe

Home, home the air I breathe

Home, home the air I breathe

Home, home the air I breathe