these lights...this city   under their waves my mind begins to drift away   such malice...beneath beauty   would send anyone looking for a safer place   like home...am i alone   if i break is there somewhere i can be whole again   is there a safe haven   somewhere to heal from the assisted self-inflicted pain   from my failures   because something's dying   down inside of me   can't shake this...this feeling   sickle stares that believe they reach the heart of me   an insistance and persistance   of sifting through until they find the deepest darkest deeds   in this home...sweet home   i sleep with one eye open and hide from the day   inspected...dissected   laid open for the triggermen to fire away   at my failures   something's dying   down inside of me   is this feeling   is this real   well, it must be something   from nothing...nothing comes   i've seen in dark places   small flames cutting through where there were none before   so simple...so precious   but still small, still open, still vulnerable   and this home...away from home   this shelter from the everpresent enemy   has kept score...and closed doors   brightest fires kept inside close and comfortable   from the failure   but the fire is dying   down inside of me   with all my failures   something's dying   down inside of me