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