Home is a consequence, made of all you think you want to know

Life has not offered me anywhere that I'd call home



Do you want me to taste you? Can you touch me?

Do you want me to touch you? Can you feel me?

Do you want me to fuck you? Can you heal me?

You can't heal me - You can't know me



Chorus:

Sinking deep, much too deep, digging deeper than I ever cared to be

I don't think, I don't need, but I care about it

What's the point in doing it, anyway?



You are a sacrifice, forced to not accept yourself

I cannot offer you anything that you'd hold true

Truths often tell a lie; lies that I think you should know

Not that I realize. Just a simple fuck around.



I am a consequence

Made of all you think you want to know

Life has not offered me

Anywhere that you'd call home