A.F.I.: ...But Home Is Nowhere

Twenty Six years and seems like, I've just begun
To understand my, my intimate is no one
When the director sold the show, bought its last rites
They cut the cast, the music, and the lights
This is my line, this is eternal, how did I ever wake up here?
Discarnate, preternatural, my prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time, left me disowned
To this nature so unnatural, I remain alone
Twenty Six years and still speaking in this tongue
Such revelations, while understood by no one
When the new actor stole the show, questioned his grace
Please clear this house of ill-acquired taste
This is my line, this is eternal, how did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural, my prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time, left me disowned
To this nature so unnatural, I remain alone
Give me something, give me something
Give me something, give me something
Give me something, give me something real
I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle
Everyday another small piece can't be found
I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow
The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit
Pieced together incomplete and empty
This is my line, this is eternal, how did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural, my prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time, left me disowned
To this nature so unnatural, I remain alone
This is my line, this is eternal, how did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural, my prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time, left me disowned
To this nature so unnatural, I remain alone