"Who would believe someone thoought mad!" I have been trapped Inside these four walls There is no future for Those in this place My cries for mercy
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Power, the face of corruption Rolling over all opposition Evil, the thoughts of the masses When minorities are oppressed classes Hiding behind the
Destruction Has ruined your world Flags of death Have been unleashed You've survived And now you will die Crawl through Hall That once was your home
Tell me what I see is not a true reality But a strange piece of quantum physics fantasy And if that's not the case then I can't help but laugh At where
Doe, a deer thut Nugent shot Ray, a fish that's flat Me, the guy who's always getting fucked Fa, the ride to our next gig So, it means I'm not impressed
Am I dreaming, am I alive, the final war, I did survive One of the chosen. One of the few. A world in ruins because of who Now you look around See the
Find a maddened hypocritic holy man to heed Hear only the words that you want to Deny that you are led by a psychotic need To destroy anything that offends
Up in the morning, feeling alive Not in the mood for ordeals Get in my car just to go for a ride Another day at the wheel Bang into third Tachometer rises
Step right up, play your guitar Play that gig and you'll get far Never mind how you get there Just trust us, we'll always be there Here's the deal,
Here comes the circus now to steal your life away Catch unwary children at their play Disturb what was a peaceful island of calm A storm is coming on
I always thought you were my friend But it seems that in the end You're a backstabbing fool I always trust you with me You're the mistress of deceit You
Come on a journey Come on tale a chance We'll take you where You've never been where fire is ruler And pain brings on lust A world full of Unholy sin
People are dying every year For all of the stupidest things Boosting up a profit edge Never mind their safety Stop wait think Maybe what I'm trying
I wander through the streets at night Lost and cold, alone Bloody visions fill my dreams My heart is like a stone A stranger comes out of the mist Backons
Well I'm pig biting mad At the things that people say Those communist slobs And the games that they play 'Cause it's My America My America My America