You say you want a living sacrifice



Well I am a burnt offering



Crawling off the alter and



Back in to the fire



And with my smoke-filled lungs



I cry out for freedom



While locking and chaining myself



To my rotting desires







AND I HATE THE STENCH,



BUT I SWALLOW THE KEY.



AND WITH IT STUCK IN MY THROAT, CAN YOU HEAR ME?



CAN YOU HEAR ME







I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME



I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME, BUT I'M STILL A LONG WAY OFF







I am shelled-shocked, and I have walked



Through the trenches full of tears



With the mortars of memory



Exploding in my burning ears







You stripped the trees of Lebanon



And now you're stripping me



Of the bark of false morality



And the bite of selfish greed



Can you hear me?







I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME



I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME, BUT I'M STILL A LONG WAY OFF







WILL YOU RUN TO ME? WILL YOU COME TO ME?



WILL YOU MEET ME, WILL YOU GREET ME,



WILL YOU DRAG ME HOME 'CAUSE I'M STILL A LONG WAY OFF







I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME



I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME