There's a home, there's a hell up in the hills, there's a private drive to dreams fulfilled and a fence and a fence keeps bad away, separating the predators from the prey. There's a system of wires and drains and tubes, one million means and ways things can reach you, there's a friend and a neighbor just down the street, there's a way to make you feel complete. There's a sense of fear you can't ignore, not a flood or a fire or a thunder storm, but a beast that lives out in the trees, the more we cut the closer he comes to being released. There's a church where your parents pray to God, they swear the stained glass home is all they've got. They've got they've got to feel secure and do their part to keep this poor world pure. Let's build a stadium with a cross on the roof. Some black magic, packed arenas are the proof. Acres and acres of faith filled parking lots, we were told we have read this is what he wants.
Building a house cut a hole in the Earth now. Turn it all out, you're doing superb now. Framing's a game you can play it's a dance now. My heart spins where this home is, the home is where the heart will live and die we can't build out, so we build up now everyone lives in the sky.
Burn the prairie, build the church. God will love, your hard work. The deer that flees, in fear of the crane. Destruction is beautiful when it's done in His name.
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