North Carolina, ’Cause It Feels Like Home

This is the final curtain call; harvest these fields
The composer is playing the finale
Arms wide open
Take me home
Collect what’s yours
This is what I've been waiting for
I don't desire
I don't want
Recite, recite, recite...sing it again
I don't want the blood of Adam
But that is my curse
The second hand is a hammer
The hour won't pass you by
Resurrect
This is reckoning
The slaying of injustice
Jesus, whenever you are ready
Come and take me home
Welcome the apocalypse!