Coming Home

You say you want a living sacrifice Well i am a burnt offering Crawling off the altar 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 coming home, i'm coming home I'm coming home, i'm coming 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? Will you run ot 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