I'm the DAUGHTER OF RAGE and LOVE, The JESUS OF SUBURBIA. From the Bible of "None of the above". On a steady diet of Soda Pop and Ritalin. No one Ever died for My Sins in Hell as Far as I can Tell... AT LEAST THE ONES I GOT AWAY WITH. But there's nothing wrong with me. This is how I'm supposed to be in the Land Of Make Believe that DON'T BELIEVE IN ME. Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix, while the Mom's &bRad's are away... TO FALL IN LOVE AND FALL IN DEBT to alcohol and cigarettes And Mary Jane to Keep me insane and doing someone else's COCAINE
At the CENTER OF THE EARTH in The parking lot of the 7-11 where I was taught, the motto was just a lie. It says "Home Is Where Your Heart Is" But what a shame 'cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same... We're beating out of time. City of the dead At the end of another lost highway. Signs misleading to nowhere- CITY OF THE DAMNED, lost children with dirty faces today. No one really seems to care... I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall And so it seemed to confess... It didn't say much but it only confirmed that, the CENTER OF THE EARTH is THE END OF THE WORLD... And I could really care less
I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T. I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T CARE... 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 ANAHEM TO THE MIDDLE EAST. WE ARE THE STORIES AND DISCIPLES OF THE JESUS OF SUBURBIA... LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE AND IT DON'T BELIEVE IN ME... AND I DON'T CARE!
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
To live and not to breathe, is to die in tragedy. To run, to run away to find what to believe. And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies. I loSt my faith to this, this town that don't EXIST. SO i run, I run away to the light of masochists And I leave behind this Hurricane of Fucking And I walked this line A million and one fucking times but not this time... I DON'T FEEL ANY SHAME, I WON'T APOLOGISE when there ain't nowhere you can go. Running away from pain when you've been victimized... Tales from another broken home
