SUBURBAN CHAOS
Nice quiet streets with something wrong underneath.
Nice quiet street with a secret underneath
Everybody waves with their teeth clenched tight
Curtains twitch when the engines leave
Small talk stitched over failing lives
Pretty streets and the shed stays shut
Old bad blood in the garden dust
White fence line and the dirt runs deep
Everybody buries what they can’t keep
Chaos
Under the rooftops
Same old dead houses
Stacked side by side
Running through the walls
Hold it together
Teeth clenched
Until it caves in
Secrets
Under the floorboards
Same thin excuses
Nailed into place
Buried in backyards
Smile for the neighbours
Jaw locked and
Straight face
Chaos
Suburban chaos
Chaos
Suburban chaos
Suburban Chaos is what happens when the nice quiet street starts sounding suspicious. Loud guitars, polite waves, clenched teeth, and all the little secrets buried under respectable lawns and locked doors.
It’s a song about the pressure hiding inside normal life - where everybody smiles for the neighbours, keeps the curtains twitching, and pretends the walls aren’t making noise.