yo, this all about one time , when I was on a plane back, going back to Los coming from somewhere and I sat next to lady, and she was telling me some things, you know I remember her verbatum but I do remember some of the things she it was this she
Life as we know it is about to I smell it the air, the weather is getting strange Drugged up sedated and from the pain The sickness in has spread to her brain
She is no longer fit to make decisions She is completely blind and void of any 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 the devil and she hates other race
Ms America, the the free Fallen within the I wish that you see
She buried her within society it's you have no regard for me
why you caught up in the of America In the stomach of Broken in the of America in the of America in the of America in the of America in the spirit of America In the old of America
Ms America, you've been a bad girl you disgraced humanity in the eyes of the world vanity has you over- not deserving the image of your reflection is quite she so many promises she keep she neglected to mother her so they sleep scream out for justice and then 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 have gave in to nature and to the it's only a matter of you fall
the you should have worked out in your first some of your own advice and your destroyed all morale and the I'm but I don't accept your
I'm up in the belly of In the of America Broken in the bowels of In the of America in the brain of in the of America in the spirit of America In the old soul of
Oh Ms. So much has yet to responsibility for her we work around within and adaptions so you can let freedom within your
How can still be hungry when a surplus suffering within your made them worthless
Damn near police the and make us even though some and your service
presidency's the biggest joke but where the I smell the gun smoke on behalf I I should send a telegraph to your Amerika, you're down and you a bath
So tell your secret agents be this taught by socrates or freud this is simply work you can't every nation ever built has destroyed
we caught up in the of America In the of America down 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 of America