I hate your constant oscillations You just go back and forth and back and forth again It's like your fucking occupation How you shatter my relief like porcelain I wait for panic to subside And scrape the tarnish from my mind There's never any place to hide There's never any place to hide Rotting home Rotting home Rotting home Rotting home I hate these courtroom presentations There's no one here with something to defend These long obnoxious conversations They just go on and on and on and never end I count the stars like anniversaries From a window of this prison that I'm in Sometimes the world will show me mercy Then shattered my relief like porcelain I wait for panic to subside And scrape the tarnish from my mind There's never any place to hide There's never any place to hide Rotted home Rotted home Rotted home Rotted home