America
What is America?
When I look around I see
Propaganda
Media Control
And broken souls forced to work to survive
Broken dreams shattered on the floor
And we are forced to keep walking
Cutting our feet and the life drains out of us
Lies all around us
Creating an illusion, a hallucination
Behind it lies the rotted, decrepit truth
That though we pretend to be
No one is perfect
Welcome to the land of the free
Filled with prisoners of society