My Perfect Home

I've traded sounds for other minds

I've walked real tall by the sacred kind But I've been caught up in thorny vines

My eyes were old, bonding at Church of Lies

So I will follow no man into a grave I will rise up along eternal waves

You do your wrong, you don't live long Just work your fingers to the bone

As I walk in the sky towards my home You do your best with no regrets

You put your free will to the test While I rest watching from my perfect home

You come around where the wine is gone You'll need me when your time is done

To flourish in a field of bones To walk right out when the legs are lost

I will follow no man into a grave I will rise up along eternal waves