yo, this all about one time , when I was on a plane back, going back to Los coming somewhere else and I sat next to this lady, and she was telling me some things, you I don't her verbatum but I do remember some of the she said it was this she
Life as we know it is about to I it within the air, the weather is getting strange Drugged up and numb from the pain The sickness in has spread to her brain
She is no fit to make good decisions She is completely blind and void of any She hard and she keeps her concious mind in prison she's headed for the ultamite collision
She can no hide the scars on her face the innocence now gone is to replace she has no shame, no or any grace She embraces the devil and she other race
Ms America, the the free Fallen within the I wish that you see
She buried her misery society it's obvious you no regard for me
why you caught up in the of America In the stomach of down in the of America in the of America in the of America in the of America in the wicked of America In the old soul of
Ms America, been a very bad girl you nearly humanity in the eyes of the world vanity has took you you're not the mirror image of your is disturbing she makes so many she keep she neglected to mother her so they don't they scream out for and they weep not to blame, Ms America, it's you reap
The of your inventions to as all the traged of your to us all you should have in to nature and to the it's only a of time you fall
the you should have worked out in your first took some of your own and psychology you've all morale and the I'm sorry but I don't apology
I'm up in the of America In the stomach of Broken in the of America In the of America in the brain of in the body of in the wicked of America In the old of America
Oh Ms. So much has yet to responsibility for her we work around sytem and adaptions so you can let freedom your factions
How can people be hungry when a surplus suffering your home made them worthless
Damn near police the and us nervous though some conform and join service
you're presidency's the joke but where the I smell the gun smoke on behalf I think I should a telegraph to your Amerika, you're and dirty you a bath
So tell your secret agents be this wasn't taught by or freud is simply god's work you avoid every nation built has been destroyed
cause we up in the belly of In the stomach of down in the bowels of In the garbage of in the of America in the body of in the good ole of America In the old of America