Grace, pride, tell me what's your name? Crippled will with tomorrow's 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 My grain I beg, you steal, do you show me your signs of a sin Blistered and torn by the pure & reborn But there are just like us and remember Man, they cave in... This is not my home This is n* Migrane 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! My grain My grain My grain Migrane