I was the sword
Attack when called
Now I'm the shield
Hide from the world
I lost it all
I picked up my pieces
Like an arrow soaring through
A black and watery sky
I placed my bets
I had my downfalls
But in the end I'm still alive
I weep in my resting home
A den I dug myself
My wounds they try and heal
But they fail, they split open, and they weep as well
I am the walls I built out of dirt and f*cking sand
I am the fees I pay for taking up the land
I am the necessity for living, I prey upon myself
I am the need for healing, but instead I stay in hell
A shallow grave scraped day to f*cking day
Deep enough to hide my body, keep vultures at bay
Low enough to infect my being and make me wish I wouldn't stay
But home is where the heart is and I will never leave
Even though departure is not-so-secretly what I need