Kerrang! - Jesus Of Suburbia – Rise To Remain lyrics

rate me

But there's nothing wrong with me,

This is how I'm supposed to be,

In a land of make believe,

That don't believe in me

Get my television fix,

Sitting on my crucifix,

The living room in 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 Jane,

To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine

But there's nothing wrong with me,

This is how I'm supposed to be,

In a land of make believe,

That don't believe in me

I’m the son of…in the parking lane

Tomorrow is not just a lie

Is everyone talking , just to be the same?

It’s running out of time

Sorry, I’m leaving to nowhere

Say other times …

Like the holly descriptions of the shopping mall

Sounds easy to confess

It didn’t say much but all was confirmed

That the center of the Earth is the end of the world

Say other times

Science is leading to nowhere

Say other times

No one really seems to 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 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

Everyone is so full of shit

Born and raised by hypocrites

Let’s recycle but it’s the same

From the greater to the grave

We are the kids of a world of peace…

I don’t believe in me

In magic they believe

I don’t believe in me

I don’t care

I don’t care

I don’t care

I don’t care

I don’t care

Dearly beloved are you listening?

I can’t remember a word that you were saying

The space between us is said to be secure

Am I retarded or images just don’t adjoin

Nobody is perfect and I stand accused

For the lack of a better word

That’s just my excuse

To live and not to raise

To die it’s a tragedy

To run ,not to wait

To fight what you believe

And I , meet me high

This fuckin’ hurricane I find it nice

I know I think to waste

The sounds that don’t exist

So I’ll run,I’ll run away

To the lights of …

And I , meet me high

This fuckin’ hurricane I find it nice

I know I think to waste

The sounds that don’t exist

And I won’t resign

A million fucking time

No,not this time

I don’t feel any shame

I won’t apologize

When there is nowhere you can go

Running away from pain where you were victimized

Tells from another broken