Smoking my inspiration

Philosophy's a liar when your home is your headstone

I was a young boy that had big plans, now I'm just another shitty old man

No time and no copping out

This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care

Well, I'm so much closer than I have ever known... Wake up!

I'm elated, medicated. Lord knows I tried to find a way to run away

We destroyed suburbia

He's not listening to a word now. He's in his own world and he's daydreaming

Just keep a runnin’ before learning how to crawl

I'm missing you. You're not around and I'm a complete disaster

I'm stupid and I'm all by myself

Sometimes I give myself the creeps, sometimes my mind plays tricks on me

Not even the drugs seem to work

We used to call it speed but now it's crystal meth

Spontaneous combustion on the corners of my mind

Welcome to paradise

I'm the son of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia

The looks are always so deceiving. The truth is always misconstrued to you

Nobody ever said that life was fair now

So tell me when it's time to say "I love you"

Red alert is the color of panic, elevated to the point of static

Will I ever see your face again? Not just photos from an Instagram

Bring me back to an hour ago. Time stands still as the years go by

Uncomfortable silence. I'll kill it if you want me to

I got my clothes from a dead man’s closet

We run for cover like a skyscraper's falling down

Baby, I don't have much. But what we have is more than enough

Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes

If I lose everything in the fire, I'm sending all my love to you

Drop out I'm a knucklehead

Baby, I don't have much. But what we have is more than enough

The space that's in between insane and insecure

I've been chasing round a memory like a mystery girl

I was once filled with doubt, but it's all figured out, that nothing good can last

Looking back what I have done, there's lots more life to live

You didn't have to be like everyone

When you're at the end of the road and you lost all sense of control

Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?

Swallowing my pride and never even got the taste

I'd rather go to a funeral than into this highschool reunion

The American Dream is killing me

I don't know where I come from but I know where I have been

The regrets are useless in my mind

Bada bing, bada bing, bada boom

'Cause history will prove itself in the halls of justice and lost souls

I ain't gonna stand in line no more

I'll see you later, when I get my shit together

Lost somewhere over the rainbow. Way up high, too scared to dream, but too dumb to die

Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell. A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled. The last one born, and the first one to run. My town was blind from refinery sun