I was lost in this home for 48 days
I know every inch of every wall
I could call the dust particles by name
If I think hard enough I'm sure I'd know the age of the grass blade by blade

In 100 cycles watch the cyclops go the distance
Sideways with no handlebars
Before he knows his rights his rite of passage must be fulfilled

And it won't come easily
The skin that's shed will surely bleed

But given time the wounds will heal
With new grown limbs comes mass appeal
One day you're paid and we won't be praying for a vacay
It may not be today
Today's owned by money
And money comes with interest owed
God bless if you catch a pay day

Miraculous
An ambassador of knowledge from a land of foreign legends tells the fruit that falls and lands at man's feet
It's rare
(You can't see)
Don't approach
(You can't breathe)
It's not yours to hold

Never been cold as the gold that you sold your soul for
Never been known to hope for more than what he holds open the door for

We aren't poor anymore
(Just hungry)
We don't want anymore
(Just comfy)
We don't sleep anymore
We battle all our demons till they can't creep anymore
(The fight for the need to be right in the brain
We all see the same haze
It clouds the roadways and brings us much pain)
And we're ready to battle until this home decays