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I'm the son of rage and
The of Suburbia
The bible of none of the
On a diet of
Pop and Ritalin
No one died for my
Sins in
As far as I can
At least the ones that I got with

And nothing wrong with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In a of make believe
don't believe in me

Get my fix
Sitting on my
The living room in my private
While the Moms and brats are
To fall in love and fall in
To and cigarettes
And Jane
To me insane
Doing else's cocaine

And nothing wrong with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In a of make believe
That believe in me

At the of the earth
In the lot
Of the 7-11 I was taught
The motto was a lie

It says home is your heart is
But what a
everyone's heart
Doesn't the same
It's out of time

City of the
At the end of another lost
misleading to nowhere
City of the
Lost children with faces today
No one seems to care

I the graffiti
In the stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping
And so it seemed to

It say much
But it only confirmed
The center of the
Is the end of the
And I really care less

of the dead
At the end of another highway
Signs to nowhere
of the damned
Lost with dirty faces today
No one really to care

I care if you don't
I don't care if you
I don't care if you care

I don't

Everyone's so of shit
Born and by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but saved
From the to the grave
We are the kids of war and
Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and of
The of suburbia

Land of believe
And it believe in me
of make believe
And I don't
And I care!

Dearly are you listening?
I can't a word that you were saying
Are we or am I disturbed?
The that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just
Nobody's perfect and I accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my excuse

To live, and not to
Is to die, in
To run, to run
To find, what you

And I behind
This hurricane of fucking
I my faith to this
This that don't exist
So I run, I run
To the lights of

And I, behind
hurricane of fucking lies
And I, walked this
A million and one times
But not this

I don't any shame
I wont
there ain't nowhere you can go
Running from pain
When you've been
Tales from another broken

Oh leaving
leaving
You're
Are you home?