itallcomestogetherinthefinalact
Stand up straight just like a man
Be counted with all the rest
Work real hard and graduate
You need a well deserved good rest
Find a job and find a mate
Settle down in a house in the suburbs
These are dreams they gave to you
I can feel when they're not yours
My skin peels like wallpaper
In the house that we don't go to anymore
Feelings are far too radical
To ever see eye to eye
A mother's son was killed today
Only what she knows is why
Beheaded by hands of so-called faith
Maybe for a chance to live in the sky
Whatever the goal and point they saw it
I don't think that was the way to go about it
They don't see a way around it
Finally, I've come home, slipping off my shoes
Into a land that brings such safety to me