I'm the son 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. and there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be. in a land of make believe who don't believe in me. to fall in love and fall in debt to alcohol and cigaretts and Mary Jane to keep me insane, doing someone else's cocain. at the center of the eart in the parking lot. 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. it's 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 bit it only confirmed that the center of the eath is the end of the world and I could really care less. 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 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. and I don't belive. dearly beloved are you listening ? I can't remember a word that you were saying. are we demented or am I desturbed ? the space that's in between insace 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 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 away to the light of masochist. and I leave behing 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 wont apologize when there ain't nowhere you can go. running away from pain when you've been victimized. tales from another broken home. you're leaving home.