Torch It

His father smiled

And the sparkle in his eye

In the house not home, behind closed doors

They hide their fakes, between the floors

In the house not home, under the bed

Stories are told, and lies are spread

The house not home is full of love

It's the hate which seeps in from above

I'm going to torch it

I'm going to torch it

With you on the top

In the house not home, they gild their flaws

Preen their feathers, and sheath their claws

In the house not home, eyes are closed

Blood runs hot, whilst hell hath froze

In the house not home, me-me prayers

The wailing wall of cheap despair

In the house not home, the long house turns

Shit to gold, the tall house burns

In the house not home, dreams are trained

Innocence, hope, lost mysteries explained

In the house not home

There are four blanks

Your ignorance was unusable

Your thoughtlessness was not

We sing our cheap despair as our secrets are sold

The spirit is broken, I'm gonna torch you down

The spirit is not broken, I'm gonna raise it up from the ground