Wanderlust, Nostalgia, Withdrawals Lyrics

I been feeling been feeling so low

I can not see past the floor

I do not need your remorse

I just wanna know why I feel like I belong in a morgue

Don't try and explain to me

About how you feel differently

The difference from the outside and me is so painfully plain to see

All of the ignorant fearing me like I am Atilla The Hun

Like I am Genghis Khan

Of the whole area

Causing hysteria

I've just begun

And it's way further than the 0121

I'm the fucking Vagabond

I got everything I need and it's all bagged up ready to be eternally gone

And it all feels like

When I'm just lying in my bed

It all just rushes to my head

TV on but, but I'm not even there

I wish I was somewhere else

Inside the static, or inside the sound, hoping to drift off to another land

Somewhere I can not even swim or breathe or stand

Amongst the clouds and amongst the strife

I still stay grateful for life

Even though it's I against I

Watch the thunderbolt slash the sky

And I feel it all falling apart at the seems sometimes when it gets into my head, but I won't let it cripple the dream it'll take more than trickery to make me hail the machine

I'm not going home

Going home

Going home

Going home tonight

I'm not going home

Going home

Going home

Going home tonight