Radical Anthem

I'm the son of rage and love

The Jesus of Suburbia

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

Far as I can tell

At least ones I gotta away with

And there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I supposed to be

In the land of make believe

They don't believe in me

Get my television fix

Sitting on my crucifix

In living room of my private womb

While the mom's and Brad's are away

To fall in love and fall in debt

To alcohol and cigarettes

And Mary Janes to keep me insane and doing someone's else cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I supposed to be

In the land of make believe

They don't believe in me

At the center of the earth in the parking lot

Of the 7-Eleven where I was taught

The motto was just a lie

It says "Home is where you heart is"

But what a shame coz 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 face today

No one really seems to care

I read the grafiti

In the bathroom stall

Like the holy scriptures of the 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

I don't care if you don't 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

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

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

I don't caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare

Everyone is 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 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 believe

I don't care....................................................................................................

Dear beloved are you listening?

I can't rememer the words that are you saying

Are we demented or I am disturbed?

The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy can you please fill the void?

Am I retarted or am I just overjoyed?

Nobody's perfect and I stand accused

For the lack of a better word and the best excuse

TO LIVE AND NOT TO BREATHE

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, RUN AWAY

THE LIGHT OF MASOCHIST

AND I LEAVE BEHIND

THE HURRICANE OF FUCKING LIES

AND I WALKED THE LINES

A MILLION AND ONE FUCKING TIMES

BUT NOT THIS TIME

I DON'T FEEL ANY SHAME

I WON'T APPOLOGIZE

WHEN THERE AIN'T NOWHERE YOU CAN GO

RUNNING AWAY FROM PAIN WHEN YOU VICTIMIZED

TALES FROM ANOTHER BROKEN

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