Smoking all day long my eyes are red, face is red everything is numb I cant even think of any words to say Everythings going wrong, everythings going alright dont even know what to think or what to sayyyy this syncan liability affecting my ability to speak [solo]

I know that things are getting tougher When you can't get the top off from the bottom of the barrel. Wide open road of my future now... It's looking fucking narrow. All I know is that I don't know All I know is that I don't know nothing [x2] We get told to decide Just like as if I'm not gonna change my mind. All I know is that I don't know All I know is that I don't know nothing [x2] Whatcha gonna do with yourself, Boy better make up your mind. Whatcha gonna do with yourself boy, You're running out of time. This time I got it all figured out All I know is that I don't know All I know is that I don't know nothing [x4] And that's fine

[Part 1] 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 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, 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 [Part 2: City Of The Damned] At the center of the Earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 where 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 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 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 care [Part 3: I 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 [4x] I 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 Land of make believe And it don't believe And I don't care! I don't care! [4x] [Part 4: Dearly Beloved] 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 [Part 5: Tales Of Another Broken Home] 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 lights of masochists 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 home You're leaving... You're leaving... You're leaving... Ah you're leaving home...

Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As an old enemy Take your time, hurry up The choice is yours, don't be late Take a rest as a friend As an old Memoria, memoria Memoria, memoria Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach As I want you to be As a trend, as a friend As an old Memoria, memoria Memoria, memoria And I swear that I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun Memoria, memoria Memoria, memoria (No I don't have a gun) And I swear that I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun Memoria, memoria