Coming Home (Track Commentary) Songtext
von Sons of Apollo

In your circle of splendor
A room of pretenders
This is the new make believe
In your complex decisions
This tiny incision
Cut to commence misery, yeah

There′s a voice screaming out of my head
There's a truth that I don′t wanna know
Cross the line that you're gonna regret
Is it me, is it you?
So get out of my way
Going out on my own
Now remember my name
Cuz I'm coming home
(I′m coming home)


Now I′m not so suspicious
You're downright malicious
Can′t make a fool outta me
Your scheme's complicated
Your pride is inflated
Seized by a social disease, hey

There′s a voice screaming out of my head
There's a truth that I don′t wanna know
Cross the line that you're gonna regret
Is it me, is it you?
So get out of my way
Going out on my own
Now remember my name
Cuz I'm coming home
(I′m coming home)

Cuz I′m coming home

So get out of my way
Going out on my own
Now remember my name
Cuz I'm coming home
(I′m coming home)

Cuz I'm coming home
(I′m coming home)