My home turf swallows me down to Earth.
The voodoo of the cradle of my birth
Courses neon through my veins
Like glucose from peppermint candy canes.
The sugar rush numbs my groin pains
On enemy turf, I shrivelled as I was pelted by acid rains.
At last, home is where I am
And it feels so much like love. DAMN!
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