Porcupine Tree - In Absentia
This is my home
this is my own
We don't like no strangers
Raise the kids good
beat the kids good
And tie them up
Spread it wide
my wife
my life
Push the camera deeper
I can use
I abuse
my muse
I made them all
This machine
Is there to please
Strip the soul
Fill the hole
A fire to feed
A belt to bleed
Kill them all
They are not gone
they are not gone
They are only sleeping
In graves
in ways
in clay
Underneath the floor
Building walls
overalls
getting bored
I got faulty wiring
Brick it up now
brick it up now
But keep the bones
(Do you want)
(A western home)
(In the)
(Rubble)
(Do you want a western home in the rubble?)