Is This Called Home

When you’re running out
And you hear them coming like an army loud
No time for packing
When you’re running out
You fall to the ground
But you’re holding on
Is this called home?
Land turns to dust
This can’t be home
Time’s running out for us
Now my head is sore
And no one’s around
To help me feel pure
Am I the monster?
Did I deserve all of those words?
'Cause I still bleed
Is this called home?
Land turns to dust
This can’t be home
Where are you now for me?
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand