I'm the son of Rachel of
The Jesus of Siberia, the Bible of
None of the above
Only stay, die it out
Slaughter, pump and riddle that
Now I never died for my sins
And now, as far as I can tell
These are words I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of naked
Don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
I live in Rome, on my private room
Walk the wrongs and rights away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane
To wish someone else is cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of naked
Don't believe in me
guitar solo
At the center of the earth
At the center of the earth

In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just 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 long time
Highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the dead
Washington, which I made a city
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
It's how it seems to compare
It's how it seems to compare

It didn't say much
But it only confirmed
That the center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I can really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another long time
Highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the dead
Washington, which I made a city
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead



H zone
H zone
H Cole
Noow
Hure
I'm still happy
Him
Somebody Depp
Don McKay
ер
Just a reality
Waso
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 care
All the rights are falling short
Probably raised by a hypocrite
I've been taken from never seen
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From out of harm's arm we made our peace
We are the stories of discipleship
The Jesus of schizophrenia
When they make believe
And they don't believe in me
When they make believe
And they don't believe
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
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
Between insane and insecure
Oh therapy can you please fill a void
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word
For lack of a better word
And that's my best excuse
and that's my best excuse
For lack of a better word
And that's my best excuse
To live
And not to breathe
To die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I
Leave behind
This hurricane of * lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
The lights of massacres
And I
Leave behind
This hurricane of * lies
And I
Walk this line
A million and one * 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 can't see me




You've been victimized
Tales from another broken
Oh, you're leaving
You're leaving
You're leaving
But you're leaving home
You're leaving home





I'm not the same