Welcome to the Suburban chaos.
Watch me, please, I shall show you around.
You never do know what you'll find behind
The primrose closed doors.
Behind there we may see elder hypocrisies
Strong enough to make you cry.
The abuses harsh enough,
Causing the weakest to die.
They all put on such lovely little faces,
They'll never show you the true face
Of the Suburban chaos.
Daughters fucking men to find a release.
Sons shooting up drugs to just get out.
Parents who simply don't care,
Or perhaps care too much.
How did we all turn into Barbie doll houses?
Perfect from the outside,
But dead and plastic on the inside.
Do we believe half of what we say?
That we wish to show our love for each other
By ensuring we can all bring our children
To a secure future in the Suburban chaos?
That we wish to prove faith in a lord above
By twisting and mutilating the meaning of
Morality.
But hey, whatever fits in the Suburban chaos.
Whatever can survive in this plasticine Hell....