yo, all came about one time , when I was on a back, going back 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 things she it was like she
Life as we know it is about to I smell it within the air, the weather is strange up sedated and numb from 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 longer hide the scars on her the innocence now gone is hard to she has no shame, no or any grace She embraces the and she hates other race
Ms America, the the free Fallen within the I wish that you see
She buried her misery within obvious you have no regard for me
That's why you up in the of America In the of America Broken in the bowels of in the garbage of in the brain of in the body of in the wicked of America 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 you're not the image of your reflection is quite she makes so many she couldn't she neglected to mother her so they don't scream out for justice and they weep not to blame, Ms America, it's you reap
The audacity of 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 first some of your own advice and your destroyed all morale and the I'm sorry but I don't apology
I'm up in the of America In the of America down in the of America In the garbage of in the of America in the body of in the wicked spirit of In the old soul of
Oh Ms. So much has yet to responsibility for her we around within sytem and adaptions so you can let ring within factions
How can still be hungry when a surplus within your home you've made worthless
near police the state and us nervous even some conform and join your
presidency's the biggest joke but the laugh I always smell the gun on behalf I think I should a telegraph to your Amerika, you're down and you need a
So tell your secret don't be this wasn't by socrates or sigmund this is god's work you can't every nation ever has been destroyed
we caught up in the of America In the of America Broken in the of America In the garbage of in the of America in the body of in the good ole spirit of In the old soul of