Grace, pride, tell me whats your name

Crippled will with tomorrows pill

But I feel no pain and I can't remember who's to blame

This is not my home

This is not my home

But the source was always known

My grain

I beg, you steal, do you show me your signs of a sin

Blistered and torn by the pure and reborn

But there are just like us and remember man, they cave in..

This is not my home

This is not my home

But the source was always known

My grain

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

My grain, my grain

My grain, migrane