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inspired from a frighteningly accurate novel. |
| The suburbs dream of violence. The suburbs dream of war. The suburbs lack for nothing Still their dollar sign hearts want more. The night brings lurid visions. Visions of a boy whos a girl whos a dyke inside the frame. The Suburbs are trapped but with no reason to complain. The suburbs dream of violence. Screaming out with a burdened silence. To a skyline reaching for another plane. The same as that girl told you back in school. You grew up, shes now a whore and your no fool for not dreaming of more than a world where... The suburbs dream of violence. The suburbs dream of war. The suburbs lack for nothing Still their dollar sign hearts want more. |