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. To fall in love and fall in debt, to alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane, to keep me insane, Doing someone else's cocaine.

Everyone is so full of shit

Born and raised by hypocrites

Hearts recycled but never saved

From the cradle always 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 that don't believe in me

Land of make believe

And I don't believe

And I don't care!

I don't care!

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