The Few

Open up to a roaring alarm
First instinct to check for harm
Never left my home, yet attacks persist
And I feel the urge to resist

Now alone on your island home
Everywhere is a landing zone
Now alone on your island home
Everywhere is a landing zone

Second thoughts creep into mind
Buildings becoming hard to find
Atmosphere full of rage
Those opposed are now intent
On keeping it the same

Now alone on your island home
Everywhere is a landing zone
Now alone on your island home
Everywhere is a landing zone

Not alone on our island home
Nowhere else to go

I'm goin home
I'm goin home
I'm goin home
I'm goin home