yo, this all came about one , when I was on a plane back, going to Los Angeles coming from somewhere and I sat next to this lady, and she was me some things, you know 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 getting Drugged up and numb from the pain The sickness in has spread to her brain
She is no longer fit to make good She is completely blind and of any vision She parties hard and she keeps her concious in prison she's headed for the ultamite collision
She can no longer hide the on her face the now gone is hard to replace she has no shame, no or any grace She embraces the devil and she other race
Ms America, the the free within the cracks I wish that you see
She buried her misery society it's obvious you no regard for me
why you caught up in the belly of In the stomach of down in the bowels of in the of America in the brain of in the body of in the wicked of America In the old soul of
Ms America, you've been a bad girl you nearly disgraced in the eyes of the world has took you over- you're not the mirror image of reflection is disturbing she so many promises she keep she neglected to her young so they sleep they out for justice and then they not to blame, Ms America, it's what you
The of your inventions to as all the of your intentions to us all you have gave in to nature and to the it's a matter of time you fall
the things you should have out in first colony took some of your own and psychology you've destroyed all and the I'm sorry but I don't your
I'm up in the belly of In the of America down in the of America In the of America in the of America in the body of in the spirit of America In the old soul of
Oh Ms. So much has yet to take for her we work around sytem and make so you can let ring your factions
How can people still be there's a surplus suffering within your you've made them
Damn near police the and us nervous even though some and join service
you're presidency's the biggest but where the I always smell the gun on behalf I I should send a telegraph to your Amerika, you're and dirty you a bath
So tell your secret agents be this taught by socrates or sigmund is simply god's work you can't nation ever built has been destroyed
cause we up in the belly of In the stomach of down in the of America In the garbage of in the brain of in the of America in the ole spirit of America In the old soul of