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L'unico pezzo che mi piace del mio ultimo tema

"Ho sempre provato a essere perfetto, ma niente ne è mai valso la pena e capisco che questo non può essere un alibi; pensavo che sarebbe stato facile, ma nessuna ragazza ha mai creduto in me, nonostante abbia sempre detto ciò che di bello provavo; sei arrivata tu, hai creduto in ciò che sento nella mia anima e ho deciso di aprirti il mio cuore; mi hai semplicemente fatto capire che niente può essere tutto sbagliato; sei come un angelo dal mio incubo, dove ero perso nel buio di una vallata e ora so che possiamo vivere come Jack e Sally se tu lo vorrai; mi troverai sempre accanto a te e in ogni momento ci augureremo che tutto questo non finisca mai. Ascolta il mio respiro, non ti pentirai nemmeno un attimo: scegli me."

 

 

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Jesus Of Suburbia

  
 
I'm the son of Rage and Love
The Jesus Of Suburbia
From 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
BUT 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
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the Moms and Brad's are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
 
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
We're 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
I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures in a 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
 
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!
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
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 excuse
 
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
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
To the lights of masochists
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line a milion 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...
 
You're leaving... You're leaving... You're leaving...
OH YOU'RE LEAVING HOME!