Anything At Homeland
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ANYTHING AT HOMELAND
I'm running through the wood
so hopeless and despaired
with fingers in my wounds
and horses in my mind
The situation's calling
in the early night
the power is in my hands
I'm ready for the fight
The whole world in my head
my eyes are red by hate
a feeling like a greeding buddah
I hope it's not too late
The forest is in my front
I just can see the trees
but all the dead people
mean nothing to me
My fingers move to your throat
I hold you so tight
a golden shimmer in your eyes
I'm ready for the fight