Area - Zero Theorem

If we lived at an earlier point

Would we be there already gone

It feels like we’ve been here before

But we’ve been gone all along

It seems like all of our lives were clear

But we’ve been living all wrong

I can see now that the past is gone

This area isn’t home

Does this fight need to go on and on

This area isn’t home

The garbage flies out in the night

While fires burn into dawn

Another wrong won’t make this right

Tell me whose side are you on

Home is everything

Wipe the blood off of your face

To see you look a lot like me

I need an area of my own