Boh, uno giusto un po' bono! <3

Cerchiamo il testo...

cambio scena!

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pronta a cantare! :D

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 that don't believe in me!

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix...

The living room or my private womb while the moms and brads 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!

And 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!

At the center of the Earth, in the parking lot of the 7-11 were I was taught ..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!

Momento tipo "cazzo, mi sono persa".. o.o

FUOOOOCO.

Il profilo di Jimmy *-*

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 caaaaaaaaaaare!

*rincoglionimento da flash*

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall, like the holy scriptures of a 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!

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 careeeeee!

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 careeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

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, land of make believe and I don't believe and I don't care! I don't care!!!

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.

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 to 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... HOOOOOME!

You're leaving...

...You're leaving...

...You're leaving...

Ah you're leaving home!

*turturturturutttu*