by AirTimmith

Created on: March 09, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Suburban Hell, the emaculate Stage
to be read like a book, page after page
no day is different, every day is the same
you awake to your coffee, and lay asleep with your shame
you're haunted by creatures, of the nastiest kind
they tangle your senses, and lay siege to your mind
The metronome existance, is too much for some
Until they can't take it, and the word's no longer mum
With a snap and a twitch, they've erupted in rage
Releasing themselves, from their SUV cage
To pillage the system, Emancipate your soul
Reach in their arms, Into your hearts black hole
To lift you to sanity, and back to this plane
Your lungs are on fire, with gasoline in your veins
Before your collapse, in your one moment of bliss
The heavenly choir, And deaths sweet sweet kiss
Walk to the light, to the next daunting cell
I fear you'll find heaven, another suburban hell

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