yo, this all came one time , when I was on a plane back, going to Los Angeles from 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 things she it was this she
Life as we know it is to change I smell it the air, the weather is getting strange up sedated and numb from the pain The sickness in America has to her brain
She is no longer fit to make decisions She is completely and void of any vision She parties hard and she keeps her mind in prison Therefore she's headed for the ultamite
She can no hide the scars on her face the now gone 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 Fallen within the I wish you could see
She buried her within society obvious you have no regard for me
That's why you up in the of America In the stomach of Broken in the bowels of in the garbage of in the brain of in the of America in the spirit of America In the old of America
Ms America, been a very bad girl you disgraced humanity in the eyes of the world vanity has took you you're not the mirror of your reflection is disturbing she makes so promises she couldn't she neglected to mother her so they sleep they out for justice and then 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 should have in to nature and to the it's a matter of time before you
the things you have worked out in your first took of your own advice and psychology you've destroyed all and the I'm sorry but I don't your
I'm up in the of America In the of America Broken in the of America In the garbage of in the brain of in the body of in the spirit of America In the old of America
Oh Ms. So much has yet to take for her we work within sytem and make so you can let freedom within factions
How can people be hungry when there's a suffering your home you've made worthless
near police the state and us nervous even some conform and join service
you're presidency's the biggest but the laugh I always the gun smoke on behalf I think I should send a to your Amerika, you're and dirty you need a
So your secret agents don't be this wasn't by socrates or freud is simply god's work you avoid every nation built has been destroyed
we caught up in the belly of In the of America Broken in the of America In the garbage of in the brain of in the body of in the ole spirit of America In the old soul of