I'm Coming Home

(Before the Bomb Drops)


The sky is falling
I'm holding on the trap
I'm a dreamer but the clouds will learn to attack
I'll burn for a map
A compass to find my way back
To the part of the world that defines the great act
I want the universe to know my craft
I want the universe to hold me back
I believe in a bomb more than I do in satan
I will achieve my destiny but now I have to face it

I spend my days locked inside my curtain
Trying to escape my humanity and define my purpose
Or trying to escape the demon I've confided in
My inspiration to be the man I was once hiding in
Surpring when your options fly off the shelves
I've been more comfortable as someone else
I'll always be defined by these moments alone
An orphan heart, trying to find my way home

I've been afraid
But I'll always be right here
But I'll always be right here
Even when the sky is falling
I'm right here
I won't let them break me
I won't let them take me down
I know who I am now
No where to roam
Open up Momma, I'm coming home

Enslaved in the process
We endow ourselves to progress
But hide like the loch ness
Who is adopted?
Social media owns every option
Look away from your phone to stop it
But we never do
There's nothing worse in this world than meeting somebody new
But then who

Do you claim to be
Is your claim to free?
Are you a prisionor of your own objects or the game of me?
We want the answers but can we obtain the dream
We want the same things
We want the house and the cars and the spaceship to go to mars
So we can have that as status
It's like an answer for sadness
How come we always go backwards just to have it? No.

I've been afraid
But I'll always be right here
But I'll always be right here
Even when the sky is falling
I'm right here
I won't let them break me
I won't let them take me down
I know who I am now
No where to roam
Open up Momma, I'm coming home

In 20 years they'll look back on our lives
And think we were crazy for the 9-5's
And wonder why we worshipped a Kardashian
And not our ownselves and our own passions
In 30 years they'll look at the news stands
And wonder why every person here was a potician

When I die, before I wake
Gimme my answer so I don't have to wait
I know the truth it's hidden in a cell
Locked by the key held down by myself
I don't wanna die in an empty room with no lights
When the bomb drops
When the song stops
I'll see what's gone is not my soul
Don't ever let me go
I know who I am and I know that I don't

I've been afraid
But I'll always be right here
But I'll always be right here
Even when the sky is falling
I'm right here
I won't let them break me
I won't let them take me down
I know who I am now
No where to roam
Open up Momma, I'm coming home

--- Edward Murrow ---

We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men — not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate and to defend causes that were, for the moment, unpopular. We can deny our heritage and our history, but we cannot escape responsibility for the result. There is no way for a citizen of a republic to abdicate his responsibilities. As a nation we have come into our full inheritance at a tender age. We proclaim ourselves, as indeed we are, the defenders of freedom, wherever it continues to exist in the world

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves." Good night, and good luck.