A/N: Song I wrote for my band. Enjoy.

"The Place She Called Home"

The sound of her breath
Rhythmically drives her crazy
The water that she treads
Barely keeps her afloat

She has but wicked grins
A drug that keeps her hazy“
No!” she screamed
“But no one heard me.” She wrote

“Stop, stop”
She moaned
“That’s enough”
She moaned

“Stop, stop”
She moaned
“That’s enough”
She moaned

This wasteland she calls home
Has all but left her dead
The wicked writing on the wall
Set her heart aflame

“Hey, hey, hey, hey
I’m going away,” she said
To contradict herself
Her soul’s still the same

Wicked militia
And wicked ways
Lead her to
The place she called home

A river of tears
And the crashing waves
Push her back to
The place she called home

The sound of her breath
Rhythmically drives her crazy
The water that she treads
Barely keeps her afloat

She has but wicked grins
A drug that keeps her hazy
“No!” she screamed
“But no one heard me.” She wrote

“Stop, stop”
She moaned
“That’s enough”
She moaned

“Stop, stop”
She moaned
“That’s enough”
She moaned

Wicked militia
And wicked ways
Lead her to
The place she called home

A river of tears
And the crashing waves
Push her back to
The place she called home