To Live and not to Breathe,?

Question

Is to Die in Tragedy?

Answer 1

I. JESUS OF SUBURBIA
I'm the son of rage and love,
The Jesus of suburbia,
From the bible of "none of the above",
On a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin,
No one ever died for my sins in hell,
As far as I can tell,
At least the ones I got away with

But there's nothing wrong with me,
This is how I'm supposed to be,
In a land of make believe,
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix,
Sitting on my crucifix,
The living room in my private womb,
While the Mom's and Brad's are away,
To fall in love and fall in debt,
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane,
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine


II. CITY OF THE DAMNED
At the center of the earth,
In the parking lot,
Of the 7-11 where I was taught,
The motto was just a lie

It says: home is where your heart is,
But what a shame,
'Cause everyone's heart,
Doesn't beat the same,
We're beating out of time

City of the dead,
At the end of another lost highway,
Signs misleading to nowhere,
City of the damned,
Lost children with dirty faces today,
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti,
In the bathroom stall,
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall,
And so it seemed to confess,
It didn't say much,
But it only confirmed that,
The center of the earth,
Is the end of the world

And I could really care less

III. I DON'T CARE
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't,
I don't care if you don't care

Everyone Is So Full Of S*!t!
Born and raised by hypocrites,
Hearts recycled but never saved,
From the cradle to the grave,
We are the kids of war and peace,
From Anaheim to the middle east,
We are the stories and disciples of,
The Jesus Of Suburbia

Land of make believe,
And it don't believe in me,
Land of make believe,
And I don't believe,
And I don't care!

IV. DEARLY BELOVED

Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying,
Are we demented? Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy can you please fill the void?
Am I Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused,
For the lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse


V. TALES FROM ANOTHER BROKEN HOME
To live and not to breathe,
Is to die in tragedy,
To run, to run away,
To find what you believe,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of f*cking lies,
I lost my faith to this,
This town that don't exist

So I run,
I run away

To the light of masochists,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of f*cking lies,
And I walked this line,
A million and one f*cking times,
But not this time

I don't feel any shame,
I won't apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go,
Running away from pain,
When you've been victimized,
Tales from another broken home

You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...

Answer 2

Im guessin that metaphor that means to just be alive, in the physical sense but not really be living?..not really be happy, right? Hmm...well, if thats the case, then i would say..the real tragedy would be living the empty life itself. And yes, i guess you could say one would die in tragedy if that were the case. It reminds me of a line from the movie What Dreams May Come with Robin Williams...he says "Real hell is life gone wrong"...i agree...and i know alot of the times, you just cant help what happens to you in your life...its just how life is...but you can make sure that you breathe...as best as you can...just live, enjoy your life and always do what makes you happy. Breathing in this sense, is everything.

Answer 3

Green day- Jesus of Suburbia

Answer 4

i think thats by Rise against or green day. it means to never live life to the fullest. just be a part of the stupidpidity

Answer 5

Rascal Flatts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!- "Life Is A Highway"

Answer 6

jesus of suburbia