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"I'm the son of rage and love,
the Jesus of suburbia,
the bible of, none of the above.
On a steady diet of,
soda pop and ritalin,
no one ever died for my,
sins in hell,
as far as I can tell,
at least the ones I got away with.
And there's nothing wrong with me,
this is how I'm supposed to be,
in the land of make-believe,
that don't believe in me."
Siegfried stepped in between the corpse and the sword. The sword he had sought after for so long was here, right now. He picked it up.
"Get my television fix,
sitting on my crucifix,
the living room, on my private womb,
when the mom's and brad's are away.
To fall in love and fall in debt,
to alcohol and cigarettes,
and Mary Jane to keep me insane,
doing someone else's cocaine.
And there's nothing wrong with me,
this is how I'm supposed to be,
in the land of make-believe,
that don't believe in me."
The corpse that lay there burst into flames and attacked him. Siegfried had no choice but to fight the raging inferno that had just formed so he could rightfully take the ultimate sword.
"At the center of the earth,
in the parking lot.
Of the 7-11 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.
Its beating out of time.
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 care.
Siegfried blocked the corpse's double sword thrust and counter-attacked with a flurry of heavy hits from his blade. Things were getting pretty violent.
"I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall,
like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall.
And so it seemed to confess.
It 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 care.
Siegfried finally struck a killing blow and the corpse was defeated. The flames sub-sided, and the only thing left was for Siegfried to pick up the blade he had fought for more than once.
"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 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 is 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 suburbia!
Land of make-believe,
and it don't believe in me.
Land of make-believe,
And I don't believe.
I don't care,
I don't care,
I don't care,
I don't care,
I don't care."
Siegfried grasped the hilt and journeyed home.
"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 excuse."
A few years later, Nightmare, the azure knight, gathered together a group of followers. Astroroth, the lizard man Aeon Calcos, and Ivy.
Nightmare needed souls.
"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 fucking lies.
And I, walked this line,
a million
and one fucking times.
But not this time.
I
don't feel any shame,
I wont apologise.
When there ain't
nowhere you can go.
Running away from pain,
when you've
been victimised.
Tales from another broken home.
You're
leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah, you're
leaving home...