Wanderlust, Nostalgia, Withdrawals

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