Subdivided Slaughterhouse

[Intro] "Home... sweet... home..." [Verse 1] The scheme seemed like a dream when I was twenty-five We believed the hype, it keeps the nightmare alive A yard for the ghouls, our own fortress on the block My soul has been left to rot for a garage with two parking spots A mortgaged space to call our own, cus home is where the heart is I should have known better, but was drawn into the darkness Escape the rent, relief from the rat race Now trapped where the predominant feature of the block is the garage face Fast forward a dozen years, the kids are half-grown And we're half-dead rotting meat trapped inside our own zone The elderly stay petrified, afraid to move away Haunted by zoning laws where old homes must remain this way There's no escape, no duplexes allowed Just miles of cookie cutter homes sit mostly hollowed Segregated pockets, priced out and boxed in You can't sell this away, your low interest rate is locked in [Chorus] Oh, the American scheme, marketed for anxiety! A subdivided slaughterhouse, calling it society! I gave up community for square footage and debt Freddie on Elm Street would tear out your heart But Freddie Mac and Wall Street will let you suffer in the dark Yeah, the suburbs look pretty when you buy into the lie But the culture is a parasite, where we all just live to die! [Verse 2] When did playing ball turn into an enterprise? Youth sports leagues now are big investments, super sized Can't just walk to the park down the street Soccer practice needs a mega complex fit for the elite Carpooled, mobilized, schedules running tight Driving kids around all day and night They could never organize something simple in the neighborhood Programs touted for kids scouted cus they're told they're really good Otherwise kids stay inside, like hungry zombies staring at a screen Because the neighborhood outside is a social void, a nightmare scene Placeless and faceless, the neighbors drive by at 35 A humming highway underneath a polluted sky Not a trace of a kid chalking up the sidewalk Just whining for more Minecraft, no time to talk [Chorus] Oh, the American scheme, marketed for anxiety! A subdivided slaughterhouse, calling it society! I gave up community for square footage and debt Freddie on Elm Street would tear out your heart But Freddie Mac and Wall Street will keep you in the dark Yeah, the suburbs look pretty when you buy into the lie But the culture is a parasite, where we all just live to die! [Bridge] We were sold cars for freedom on the highway Turns out we're now hostages trapped inside the HOA Reading scary statistics on replacement costs of the pavement Those extra lanes add up to steep taxation An apocalyptic scene of cul-de-sacs and hefty loans Maybe they'll lay new pavement right over the children's bones "Is anyone out there?" [Drop / Instrumental Breakdown] AAAAAHHHH (HA HA HA HA HA!!!) [Chorus] Oh, the American scheme, marketed for anxiety! A subdivided slaughterhouse, calling it society! I gave up community for square footage and debt Freddie on Elm Street would tear out your heart Freddie Mac and Wall Street will keep you in the dark Yeah, the suburbs look pretty when you buy into the lie But the culture is a parasite, where we all just live to die! [Outro] All destinations lead to a giant parking lot. I'm living in a horror show in this suburban plot.