You say you want a living sacrifice
   Well I am a burnt offering
   Crawling off the alter and
   Back in to the fire
   And with my smoke-filled lungs
   I cry out for freedom
   While locking and chaining myself
   To my rotting desires
  
   AND I HATE THE STENCH,
   BUT I SWALLOW THE KEY.
   AND WITH IT STUCK IN MY THROAT, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
   CAN YOU HEAR ME
  
   I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME
   I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME, BUT I'M STILL A LONG WAY OFF
  
   I am shelled-shocked, and I have walked
   Through the trenches full of tears
   With the mortars of memory
   Exploding in my burning ears
  
   You stripped the trees of Lebanon
   And now you're stripping me
   Of the bark of false morality
   And the bite of selfish greed
   Can you hear me?
  
   I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME
   I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME, BUT I'M STILL A LONG WAY OFF
  
   WILL YOU RUN TO ME? WILL YOU COME TO ME?
   WILL YOU MEET ME, WILL YOU GREET ME,
   WILL YOU DRAG ME HOME 'CAUSE I'M STILL A LONG WAY OFF
  
   I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME
   I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME