Home Is Where The Heart cches

In the cowshed of a pigsty they call a castle
Where a mother chokes children to love them better
In this kitchen where poison tastes like sugar
When the father's absence feels like sharp needles

Everyone has to believe that
There's no place like this cozy hell

Take it all in your stride
Mix it with wicked love
They will make you fade away
Cause home is where the heart aches

In the attic where ghosts whisper and mumble
Where a sister has become so cold and bitter
In the bathroom where pills will burn your liver
When all the brother wants is out of this fiddle

Everyone has to know that
Peace is for all empty shells

No-one will read your diary anyway
So drag yourself out of this and run away
No-one will hear you scream today
They will always try to downplay