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

And there's nothing with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of believe
don't believe in me

Get my fix
on my crucifix
The living room in my womb
the Moms and brats are away
To in love and fall in debt
To and cigarettes
And Mary
To me insane
someone else's cocaine

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

At the center of the
In the lot
Of the where I was taught
The was just a lie

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

City of the
At the end of another lost
Signs to nowhere
of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces
No one really seems to

I read the
In the stall
Like the holy scriptures of a mall
And so it to confess

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

of the dead
At the end of another lost
misleading to nowhere
City of the
Lost with dirty faces today
No one really to care

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

I care

Everyone's so of shit
Born and raised by
Hearts but never saved
the cradle to the grave
We are the of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle
We are the and disciples of
The of suburbia

Land of believe
And it believe in me
Land of make
And I believe
And I care!

Dearly are you listening?
I remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I
The space that's in between and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the
Am I retarded or am I just
Nobody's perfect and I stand
For of a better word, and that's my best excuse

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

And I behind
This hurricane of fucking
I my faith to this
This town that exist
So I run, I run
To the lights of

And I, behind
hurricane of fucking lies
And I, this line
A and one fucking times
But not time

I don't any shame
I apologize
When there nowhere you can go
away from pain
When been victimized
Tales another broken home

Oh leaving
You're
leaving
Are you home?