Everyone's so full of [bad word] Born and raised by hypocrits
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!

Part IV: 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?
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 V: Tales of Another Broken Home

To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy [bad word]  [bad word] away
To find what you believe

And I leave behind
This hurricane of [bad word] lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist

So [bad word] I run away

The light of [bad word] And I leave behind
This hurricane of [bad word] lies
And I walked this line
million and one [bad word] times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go [bad word] 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...