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I'm the son of rage and love
From the Bible of none of the above
No one ever died for my
Sins in hell, as far as I can tell
At least the ones I've gotten away with
And there's nothing wrong with
me
This is how I'm supposed to
be
In a land of make
believe
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with
me
This is how I'm supposed to
be
In a land of make
believe — | ×2
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At the center of the earth
Of the 7-11 were
I was taught
The motto was just a
lie
It says home is were your heart is
Cause everyone's
heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of
time
At the end of
another lost highway
Sign misleading to
nowhere
Lost children with
dirty faces today
No one
really seems to
care
Like the holy scriptures of a
shopping mall
And so it seemed to
confess
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth is the
end of the world
And I could really care
less
At the end of
another lost highway
Sign misleading to
nowhere
Lost children with
dirty faces today
No one
really seems to
care — | — | — |
I don't care
if you don't
I don't care
if you don't
I don't care
if you don't
care ×4
Everyone is so full of
shit
Born and raised by
hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never
saved
From the cradle to the
grave
We are the kids of war and
peace
From Anaheim to the Middle
East
We are the stories and
disciples
Of the Jesus of
Suburbia!
And it don't
believe in me
And
I don’t care ×4
Dearly beloved are you
listening?
I can’t remember a word
that you were
saying
Are we demented or Am I
disturbed?
The space that's in between
insane and
insecure
Oh therapy, can you please
fill the void?
Am I retarded or Am
I just
overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I
stand accused
For lack of a better word, and
that's my best
excuse | | | –
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To live and not to
breathe
To find what you
believe
This hurricane of fcking
lies
I lost my faith to
this
This town that don't
exist
To the lights of
masochist
This hurricane of fcking
lies
And I walked this
line
A million and one fcking times…
But not this time!
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I don't
feel any shame
When there
ain't nowhere
you can Go
Running away from pain
When
you've been
victimized
Tales from another broken…
Ah you’re
leaving home…
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