yo, this all came about one time , I was on a plane back, going back to Los from somewhere else and I sat to this lady, and she was telling me some things, you know I don't her verbatum but I do some of the things she said it was this she
Life as we know it is to change I smell it within the air, the is getting strange Drugged up sedated and numb the pain The sickness in America has to her brain
She is no longer fit to make good She is completely blind and void of any She parties hard and she keeps her concious mind in Therefore headed for the ultamite collision
She can no hide the scars on her face the innocence now is hard to replace she has no shame, no remorse or any She embraces the and she hates other race
Ms America, the the free Fallen within the I wish you could see
She buried her within society it's obvious you no regard for me
why you caught up in the belly of In the stomach of Broken in the of America in the of America in the of America in the body of in the wicked of America In the old soul of
Ms America, you've been a very bad you nearly disgraced in the eyes of the world has took you over- you're not the mirror of your reflection is quite she so many promises she couldn't she neglected to her young so they don't they scream out for and they weep not to blame, Ms America, it's what you
The audacity of your to as all the of your intentions 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 first colony took of your own advice and your you've all morale and the I'm but I don't accept apology
I'm up in the of America In the stomach of down in the bowels of In the garbage of in the of America in the body of in the wicked spirit of In the old of America
Oh Ms. So attractions has yet to responsibility for her we work within sytem and make so you can let freedom your factions
How can still be hungry when a surplus within your home you've made them
near police the state and us nervous even though some and join service
you're presidency's the biggest but the laugh 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 don't be wasn't taught by socrates or sigmund this is simply work you avoid every ever built has been destroyed
we caught up in the belly of In the of America Broken in the bowels of In the garbage of in the brain of in the of America in the good ole of America In the old soul of