No Place Like Home
Subterranean Masquerade Lyrics


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I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home
We'll get a dark purple carpet so I will never fall, will never sink inside this hole
And make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us
So join me in my home

I'm digging a tunnel to another world
To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals
Survival is the key for life, the hunter - Allah on his side
And no one really knows his right from wrong.
So what changed? Still feels like home!

Running from the horror of civil depression
From the time before the time
Claiming the remains of a glorious presence
A chapter that slowly dies
Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage
Can you see, my forehead burning?
Pretentious fairies counting heads
Mortal Inventory, roots to collect

But there is no other place.

I will be digging you a small hole, to call home
So you will always feel welcome, all on your own
But when you need a break from it all
Pack a few bones to accompany the road




And remember that there is no place to come back to
There was never a home

Overall Meaning

The song Home by Subterranean Masquerade is a beautifully crafted piece of art that conveys a unique message among the listeners. The lyrics suggest that the singer is digging a small hole and calling it home, where no one can hurt them. They want someone to join them in that hole and make it a part of them. The idea of a small hole is metaphorical, representing safety and security, and the idea of making it a part of someone is symbolic of a deep personal connection that they want to create. The singer is keen on escaping the current reality, which is full of horror, civil depression, and a lost sense of belonging.


The song also touches on the idea of civilization and its evolution, where the singer is digging a tunnel to another world that was controlled by big gray animals. The lyrics suggest that in the past, the survival of life was the key to existence, and that was long before any right or wrong judgment happened. Despite the changes in civilization, the singer still longs for the old world and how it feels like home.


Moreover, the song reflects the struggles of individuals in society and how they are searching for a place to belong. The lyrics suggest that people are trying to find their identity and a place to call home. The song's overall message highlights the importance of finding a home and a sense of belonging in life, despite the difficulties and the changes that come with it.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home
I am creating a personal space for myself, which I can call my own.


We'll get a dark purple carpet so I will never fall, will never sink inside this hole
I will make sure that my personal space is comfortable, safe, and represents who I am.


And make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us
I want my personal space to reflect the unity between myself and the people I hold close to my heart.


So join me in my home
I am inviting you to share my personal space with me so that we may remain connected.


I'm digging a tunnel to another world
I am searching for a place where the world and its ways are different than what I know and understand.


To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals
A reference to a time when the world was simpler and less complicated.


Survival is the key for life, the hunter - Allah on his side
In this new world, survival is the only thing that matters, and the singer believes that faith in a higher power can keep them alive.


And no one really knows his right from wrong.
In this new world, moral standards are not clearly defined, and people must rely on their instincts to survive.


So what changed? Still feels like home!
Despite the differences, the artist still feels a sense of familiarity in this new world.


Running from the horror of civil depression
A reference to a traumatic event or experience that the artist is trying to escape from.


From the time before the time
A difficult period in the past that seems like a distant memory.


Claiming the remains of a glorious presence
Trying to hold onto something that is no longer present in order to feel a sense of meaning or continuity.


A chapter that slowly dies
Recognition of the fact that the thing they are trying to hold on to is slowly disappearing.


Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage
A physical mark that symbolizes the singer's anger and frustrations.


Can you see, my forehead burning?
The physical manifestation of the singer's inner turmoil.


Pretentious fairies counting heads
A reference to people who are very concerned with status and wealth.


Mortal Inventory, roots to collect
Acknowledgment of the fact that life is finite and that people must make the most of what they have in the time they have.


But there is no other place.
Despite the challenges and difficulties, there is nowhere else the singer would rather be than where they are now.


I will be digging you a small hole, to call home
The singer wants to create a personal space for someone else, a place they can call their own.


So you will always feel welcome, all on your own
The artist wants to ensure that the other person feels safe, comfortable, and supported in their personal space.


But when you need a break from it all
The artist recognizes that everyone needs a break from time to time.


Pack a few bones to accompany the road
The artist is advising the other person to bring some things they find comforting or familiar with them when they leave their personal space.


And remember that there is no place to come back to
The singer is reminding the other person that nothing lasts forever and that their personal space may not always be there for them to return to.


There was never a home
The final realization that home isn't always a physical place, and sometimes, it's just an idea or a feeling.




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Written by: DWIGHT TWILLEY

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@MariaDiazskn

I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home
We'll get a dark purple carpet so I will never fall, will never sink inside this hole
And make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us
So join me in my home

I'm digging a tunnel to another world
To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals
Survival is the key for life, the hunter - Allah on his side
And no one really knows his right from wrong.
So what changed? Still feels like home!

Running from the horror of civil depression
From the time before the time
Claiming the remains of a glorious presence
A chapter that slowly dies
Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage
Can you see, my forehead burning?
Pretentious fairies counting heads
Mortal Inventory, roots to collect

But there is no other place.

I will be digging you a small hole, to call home
So you will always feel welcome, all on your own
But when you need a break from it all
Pack a few bones to accompany the road
And remember that there is no place to come back to
There was never a home



All comments from YouTube:

@mattk618

Love this track. Its almost nostalgic for me at this point.

@marlonfontes608

conheci essa musica na faculdade em Diamantina - MG, som teatral, tem umas viradas instrumentais que lembram um pink floyd versão metal!!! abraços do Brasil

@adriansyrus8299

It´s Awesome!! One of the great bands I 've heard (and now my favorite)
Congratulations!! Greetings from México. :)

@christinedaae5804

So glad to have found you guys by chance on the internet. I loved you as soon as I listened to this song and heard all the album at once. Will you be releasing new songs or go on tour? Looking forward to listening to you live! Christine.

@GREEKNICK13

That's what I call music... Happy to find you guys :) Greetings from Greece!

@WattadaXD

Brutal! I loved all the instruments. Especially the voice!!!!! |m|

@MariaDiazskn

I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home
We'll get a dark purple carpet so I will never fall, will never sink inside this hole
And make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us
So join me in my home

I'm digging a tunnel to another world
To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals
Survival is the key for life, the hunter - Allah on his side
And no one really knows his right from wrong.
So what changed? Still feels like home!

Running from the horror of civil depression
From the time before the time
Claiming the remains of a glorious presence
A chapter that slowly dies
Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage
Can you see, my forehead burning?
Pretentious fairies counting heads
Mortal Inventory, roots to collect

But there is no other place.

I will be digging you a small hole, to call home
So you will always feel welcome, all on your own
But when you need a break from it all
Pack a few bones to accompany the road
And remember that there is no place to come back to
There was never a home

@-10

Criminally underrated, beauty.

@NightmareWalkthroughs

So underrated...

@Cosmic_Masturbation

Una chulada

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