Strip The Soul

• Porcupine Tree
• In Absentia

This is my home, this is my own

We don’t like no strangers

Raise the kids good, beat the kids good

And tie them up

Spread it wide, my wife, my life

Push the camera deeper

I can use, I abuse, my muse, I made them all

This machine

Is there to please

Strip the soul

Fill the hole

A fire to feed

A belt to bleed

Strip the soul

Kill them all

They are not gone, they are not gone

They are only sleeping

In graves, in ways, in clay

Underneath the floor

Building walls, overalls, getting bored

I got faulty wiring

Brick it up now, brick it up now

But keep the bones

This machine

Is there to please

Strip the soul

Fill the hole

A fire to feed

(Do you want)

A belt to bleed

(A western home)

Strip the soul

(In the)

Kill them all

(Rubble)

(Do you want a western home in the rubble?)

This machine

Is there to please

Strip the soul

Fill the hole

Strip the soul

Fill the hole