Devil’s Island
This is your country, this is your home Here is the house where you grew up alone This is your country, this is your home Here is the house where you grew up alone The city streets you used to love Are bruised and broken, are black and blue On our TV's, miles away On our doorsteps with no reason why Take it back, take it back, take it back Take it back, take it back, take it back This is your country, this is your home Here is the house where you grew up alone Remember this, remember this for what it was Remember this, remember this for what it was Remember this, remember this Take it back, take it back, take it back You want a voice, oh, but your voices sound like violence, blegh You don't, you don't deserve this life You don't, you don't deserve this This is your country, this is your home Here is the house where you grew up alone Remember this, remember this for what it was, oh-oh A bleak projection of absent minds You want a voice but your voices sound like violence You shout so loud, but all I hear is silence The city streets that you show no love Are bruised and broken because of you Because of you Because of you This is your country, this is your home Here is the house where you grew up alone This is your country, this is your home Here is the house where you grew up alone Remember this, remember this for what it was Remember this, remember this for what it was For what it was
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 20, 2026
The long walk home back to a no name town Where people pass me by in, in red and white lines Your only son can't make you proud The moon and stars, this frozen clock And if in years to come we can talk like friends Can I close my eyes, and wake up then? And if in years to come we can talk like friends Can I close my eyes, and wake up then? Drown out the sounds of adulthood With songs that fell from outer space At seventeen, I wouldn't dare to dream Because hope's a dangerous thing, hope's a dangerous thing I won't thank God, I'll thank my friends For sticking by till we're home again What matters most to me belongs to you Because hope's a dangerous thing, hope's a dangerous thing I pinch myself to see That if this curtain drops, this isn't me Pack my bags, no time to waste We leave no trace of us, still my pillow rings I pinch myself to see That if this curtain drops, this isn't me Pack my bags, no time to waste We leave no trace of us, still my pillow rings Still my pillow rings
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 20, 2026