Suburbia
Beware the quiet ones or so the saying goes
There's two of these and one of those
And plans to overthrow
So as the curtains twitch and you become the prey
Your paranoia polaroided each and every day
Just be aware, it's as they stare
Perpetual mental disrepair
Suburbia, your model life perfect white picket fences
Behind your eyes, you privatize and demonize us all
Beware the perfect ones and look out for their cracks
There's two of these and dreary prose
And nothing round the back
Should you get caught alive, absorbed into their hive
They'll vacuum pack your intellect til dead behind the eyes
Just be aware, it's as they stare
From out behind this vapid glare
Suburbia, your model life perfect white picket fences
Behind your eyes, you privatize and demonize us all
Suburbia, your model life paralyzed lack of senses
Behind your eyes, you privatize and demonize us
These little cells, their private hells
Of middle-income broker dreams
So do your time, your nine to fives
And you too can aspire
And expire, or so it seems
In suburbia
Suburbia
Run away
From suburbia
In suburbia
Suburbia, your model life perfect white picket fences
Behind your eyes, you privatize and demonize us all
Suburbia, your model life paralyzed lack of senses
Behind your eyes, you privatize and demonize us
There's two of these and one of those
And plans to overthrow
So as the curtains twitch and you become the prey
Your paranoia polaroided each and every day
Just be aware, it's as they stare
Perpetual mental disrepair
Suburbia, your model life perfect white picket fences
Behind your eyes, you privatize and demonize us all
Beware the perfect ones and look out for their cracks
There's two of these and dreary prose
And nothing round the back
Should you get caught alive, absorbed into their hive
They'll vacuum pack your intellect til dead behind the eyes
Just be aware, it's as they stare
From out behind this vapid glare
Suburbia, your model life perfect white picket fences
Behind your eyes, you privatize and demonize us all
Suburbia, your model life paralyzed lack of senses
Behind your eyes, you privatize and demonize us
These little cells, their private hells
Of middle-income broker dreams
So do your time, your nine to fives
And you too can aspire
And expire, or so it seems
In suburbia
Suburbia
Run away
From suburbia
In suburbia
Suburbia, your model life perfect white picket fences
Behind your eyes, you privatize and demonize us all
Suburbia, your model life paralyzed lack of senses
Behind your eyes, you privatize and demonize us
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