The Deadly Syndrome - This Old Home lyrics

This old home Won't let me out People come and Some children leave This hole is deepening It's going to swallow me I'm just like Just like the mics The plot's the same as The same as mine Tearing down this house One piece at a time Where there is nothing left But small town charm There's really nothing left And it seems so far Dust gathers round us This house was built to fall I'll be your compa** If you'll be my wrecking back Come back home... Come back home... Come back home... Come back home... Come back home... Come back home... Come back home... Come back home... (I'll never go) Come back home... (I'll never go) Come back home... (I'll never go) Come back home... (back home) Come back home...