Everyone's so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrits 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
Land of make believe And it don't believe in me Land of make believe And I don't believe And I don't care! I don't care!
Part IV: Dearly Beloved
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
Part V: Tales of Another Broken Home
To live and not to breathe Is to die in tragedy To run, to run away To find what you 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
The light of masochist And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies And I walked this line A million and one fucking times But not this time
I don't feel any shame I won't apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain When you've been victimized Tales from another broken HOME