I’m the [product] of rage and love / The Jesus of Suburbia / The bible of none of the above / On a steady diet of [Prozac] and [Trazodone] / No one ever died for my Sins in hell / As far as I can tell / At least the ones that 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 meGet my television fix / Sitting on my crucifix / The living room in my private womb / While the [Reps] and brats are away / To fall in love and fall in debt / To alcohol and cigarettes / And [against the grain] / To keep me insane / [Drinking someone else’s champagne] / 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 meAt the center of the earth / In the parking lot / Of [the Vegas Apartment] 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 timeCity 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 confessIt 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 careI 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 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 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 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
Everyone’s 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 suburbiaLand of make believe / And it don’t believe in me / Land of make believe / And I don’t believe And 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 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 excuseTo 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 [valley] that don’t exist / So I run, I run away / To the lights of masochistsAnd 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 / Oh you’re leaving / You’re leaving / You’re leaving / Are you leaving home?
I know many people are sick of the election and now that it’s over, I cannot deny it. The results devastated me. In fact, I haven’t been able to do much until now. Well, I have gone to work and all, but I mean my creative juices were shot because I felt as though I was lost. If I ever told anyone to just accept the results and move on, I’m sorry that I didn’t realize how you felt until now. Indeed, it super sucks! So with the current agenda, I felt as though I was missing out on current events because I wasn’t an active Twitter user, so I decided to really understand Twitter after the results. I have concluded it pisses me off. It’s never been a social platform that was geared to me because of the character limit. The limit doesn’t piss me off, though. It’s the amount of bullshit, vitriol, and what the fuck moments that spread like wildfires. And it pisses me off because it totally sucked me in. Not only on Twitter but chiming in on random articles that spoke to me. While me getting sucked in isn’t anyone’s fault but my own, it’s fucked up because I want to believe I can change it. Although, I did have a nice Twitter conversation with an opposite perspective. She popped my Twitter argument cherry. I appreciated that exchange because it felt like a genuine conversation. She was (is) an undercover Chop Zuey Moksha pearl. Did it convince me to use Twitter as the ultimate outlet for my real self? Uh, no. It’s too fucking weird out there right now. I think?Maybe it always was, and I was just naive. Maybe it isn’t, and it’s just the regular aftermath but in an online, thus all over the place, social networking environment. Regardless of what it is, I had to come back to my safe place. Silver lining? It’s selfish, so sorry bout that! I can safely say that I’m still a #nastywoman. Where that ideology takes me, well, “coming at you on the count of one two (one, two, three, four).” 😉