SUBURBIA

02.

GODLESS SUBURBIA / GODDESS SUBURBIA

Here

The churches are beaten and bruised,

Crumbling and abused.

Here

The toxic teens spray-paint

Pictures of a demonic saint.

Welcome to the godless suburbia

We call home.

Here

The houses are boxes on the streets

Or stones at our feet.

Here

The shops are glaring neon lights,

Gun shots and fights.

This is the godless suburbia

We call home.

Here

The streets are littered with grunge and death,

The world holding it's breath

As they wait to see what will become

Of the godless suburbia

We call home.

There

The buildings are made of glass and pride

Like there's nothing to hide

There

The streets are fat and full of courage

Or malnourished.

Welcome to the goddess suburbia

We could never call home.

There

The shops are full of life and love,

Unlike the city they rise above.

There

The cracked ground and sky are grey

Throughout the endless day

This is the goddess suburbia

We could never call home.

The halls are made of stone but no pride.

They have everything to hide

As the world holds it's breath

Because they know what will come

Of the goddess suburbia

We could never call home