A Way Back Home

Along the street, in every store
 On your TV, under your door
 In your face, forever more, forever more
 In a quiet hiss, or a piercing scream
 When you're awake, and in your dreams
 You are the mark, of another scheme, another scheme
 If I could find a way back home
 Where all that's left is skin and bone
 A place where I can be alone
 I need to find a way back home
 We've grown immune to sorry sights
 Brought to us in black and white
 We hear the bark but lose the bite, but lose the bite
 If I could find a way back home
 Where all that's left is skin and bone
 A place where I can be alone
 I need to find a way back home
 If I could find a way
 To rid myself
 Of all I've been taught to feel
 If I could find a way
 To erase the day
 And start clean with something real
 If I could find a way