I'm having trouble burning The pictures in my head I'm sleeping on the floor now Surrounded by the dead My fingernails scratch pictures And etch names into stone This place a barren wasteland So why do I feel home? This one's for the lost Their buried in their homes Surrounded by the ending Make peace your catacombs I'm sleeping on the floor now I'm sore and full of dread For waking up a pretender And then going back to bed Going back to bed Lonely spirits don't stray I'm on my way to you Though our bodies will fade The light that was your life it will shine through Mother I'll come home Back again These graves I'll never roam Please forgive my sins Mother I'll come home Back again These graves I'll never roam Please forgive my sins