yo, this all came about one time , I was on a plane back, back to Los Angeles coming somewhere else and I sat next to this lady, and she was telling me some things, you I remember her verbatum but I do remember some of the she said it was this she
Life as we know it is to change I smell it within the air, the weather is strange Drugged up sedated and from the pain The sickness in America has spread to her
She is no longer fit to make good She is blind and void of any vision She parties hard and she keeps her mind in prison Therefore headed for the ultamite collision
She can no longer hide the scars on her the innocence now is hard to replace she has no shame, no remorse or any She embraces the devil and she hates race
Ms America, the beautiful the within the cracks I wish that you see
She buried her within society it's you have no regard for me
That's why you up in the of America In the of America down in the of America in the of America in the brain of in the of America in the wicked spirit of In the old of America
Ms America, you've been a very bad you nearly disgraced humanity in the of the world vanity has took you not deserving the mirror image of reflection is disturbing she makes so promises she couldn't she to mother her young so don't sleep they out for justice and then weep not to blame, Ms America, it's what you
The of your inventions to as all the traged of your to us all you have gave in to nature and to the it's only a matter of before you
the things you should worked out in your colony took some of your own and psychology destroyed all morale and the I'm sorry but I accept apology
I'm up in the of America In the of America Broken in the bowels of In the garbage of in the of America in the of America in the wicked spirit of In the old of America
Oh Ms. So much has yet to take for her we work around sytem and adaptions so you can let freedom within factions
How can people be hungry when a surplus within your home you've them worthless
near police the state and make us even though conform and your service
you're the biggest joke but the laugh I always the gun smoke on your I I should send a telegraph to staff Amerika, you're and dirty you need a
So tell your secret don't be this wasn't taught by or sigmund is simply god's work you avoid every nation ever has been destroyed
cause we up in the belly of In the of America Broken in the bowels of In the of America in the of America in the body of in the good ole spirit of In the old of America