No Place Like Home

I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home 
We'll get a dark purple carpet so I will never fall, will never sink inside this hole 
and make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us... 
So join me in my home 

I'm digging a tunnel to another world 
To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals 
Survival is the key for life, the hunter - Allah on his side 
And no one really knows his right from wrong. 
So what changed? Still feels like home! 

Running from the horror of civil depression 
from the time before the time 
Claiming the remains of a glorious presence 
A chapter that slowly dies 
Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage 
Can you see, my forehead burning? 
Pretentious fairies counting heads 
Mortal Inventory, roots to collect 

But there is no other place.... 

I will be digging you a small hole, to call home 
So you will always feel welcome, all on your own 
But when you need a break from it all 
Pack a few bones to accompany the road 
And remember that there is no place to come back to 
There was never a home