Dear America, we are your sons
We fight your wars, you've locked your doors
Apathy, despondency; They're killing me
Like blackened lungs, like failing hearts
And false starts
This is
You sleep your life away, where's the credit in living?
Those pains in your chest are gifts that keep giving
You are America, I say that with concern
You find your only solace in the money that you earn
American living
Now you live the American Dream
Nothing's really how it seems