My Grain

Grace, pride, tell me what's your name? Crippled will with tomorrows pill And I feel no pain but I can't remember Whose to blame... This is not my home This is not my home But the source was always known Migraine I beg, you steal, do you show me your signs of a sin Blistered and torn by the pure & reborn But there re just like us and remember Man, they cave in... This is not my home This is Migraine Wicked goddamn bass licks war stone, do you write your name in trust? Word to the wise my instincts rise All your heroes are gone and the proud Ones have turned to dust... Seven dust... You can kill my pride but my heads still Flying! Migraine Migraine Migraine Migraine