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I'm the son of and love
The of Suburbia
The of none of the above
On a diet of
Soda Pop and
No one died for my
in hell
As far as I can
At least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong me
This is how I'm to be
In a of make believe
That believe in me

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

And there's nothing wrong me
This is how I'm to be
In a land of make
don't 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 where your is
But a shame
Cause heart
Doesn't beat the
It's beating out of

of the dead
At the end of another highway
Signs misleading to
City of the
Lost children with dirty today
No one really to care

I read the
In the bathroom
Like the holy scriptures of a mall
And so it seemed to

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

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

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

I care

so full of shit
Born and raised by
Hearts recycled but never
From the to the grave
We are the of war and peace
Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and of
The of suburbia

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

Dearly beloved are you
I can't a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I
The space in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please the void?
Am I retarded or am I overjoyed
Nobody's and I stand accused
For lack of a word, and that's my best excuse

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

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

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

I don't feel any
I apologize
When there ain't you can go
Running away pain
When you've victimized
Tales from broken home

Oh leaving
You're
leaving
Are you home?