Church Next Door

I'm not coming home
I spent too many years locked inside of a cellar door
There's no comfort on the closet floor
They speak in tongues at the church next door
I'm not thinking straight
My head is swirling I can't meditate, yet
I can't get angry without turning it in myself
I'm not scared of finding something
Where I thought there would be nothing
So I slow down
I'm not trying to fight
As the walls were crashing down in the dead of the night
It was the loudest sound I've ever heard in my life
Time cannot constrain it
Time cannot contain it
So I'm not coming home
I'm no one
So I slow down
I'm not trying to fight
As the walls were closing in, in the dead of the night
It was the loudest sound I've ever heard in my life
Time cannot constrain it
Time cannot contain it
So I'm not coming home