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I'm the son of rage and loveThe Jesus of SuburbiaThe bible of none of the aboveOn a steady diet ofSoda pop and RitalinNo one ever died for my sins in hellAs far as I can tellAt least the ones I got away withAnd there's nothing wrong with meThis is how I'm supposed to beIn a land of make believeThat don't believe in meGet my television fixSitting on my crucifixA living room for my private wombWhile the moms and Brads are awayTo fall in love and fall in debtTo alcohol and cigarettesAnd mary jane to keep me insaneDoing someone else's cocaineAnd there's nothing wrong with meSongtexteThis is how I'm supposed to beIn a land of make believeThat don't believe in meAt the center of the earth, in the parking lotOf the 7-11 where I was taught the motto was just a lieIt says "Home is where your heart is" but what a shame'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same, it's beatingout of timeCity of the dead at the end of another lost highwaySigns misleading to nowhereCity of the damned lost children with dirty faces todayNo one really seems to careI read the graffiti in the bathroom stallLike the holy scriptures of the shopping mall, and so itseemed to confessIt didn't say much, but it only confirmedThat the center of the earth is the end of the world, and Icould really care lessCity of the dead at the end of another lost highwaySigns misleading to nowhereCity of the damned lost children with dirty faces todayNo one really seems to careI don't care if you don't,I don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don't careI don't care if you don't,I don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don't careI don't care if you don't,I don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don't careI don't care if you don't,I don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don't careI don't careEveryone's so full of shitBorn and raised by hypocritesHearts recycled but never savedFrom the cradles to the graveWe are the kids of war and peaceFrom Anaheim to the middle eastWe are the stories and disciples ofThe Jesus of SuburbiaLand of make believeAnd it don't believe in meLand of make believeAnd it don't believe and I don't careI don't careI don't careI don't careI don't careDearly beloved, are you listening?I can't remember a word that you were sayingAre we demented or am I disturbed?The space that's in between insane and insecureOh, therapy, can you please fill the void?Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?Nobody's perfect and I stand accusedFor lack of a better word and that's my best excuseTo live and not to breatheIs to die in tragedyTo run, to run awayTo find what you believeAnd I leave behindThis hurricane of fucking liesI lost my faith to thisThis town that don't existSo I run, I run awayThe lights of masochistsAnd I leave behindThis hurricane of fucking liesAnd I walked this lineA million and one fucking timesBut not this timeI don't feel any shame, I won't apologizeWhen there ain't nowhere you can goRunning away from pain when you've been victimizedTales from another broken homeYou're leavingYou're leavingYou're leavingYou're leaving home Aus Songtexte Mania