Take my money give me pain,
dahlin put me on that train
Again the way you use me
Thought I was forgivin but I cannot stop my sinning
Oh the way you abused me
The trials and the tribulations, followed by the complications
Oh the consequences that have moved me
Now the day has let the sun in, and I have started runnin
To the darkness which gets me by
And the dreams that dream while world builds its empires
Are the nightmares that make the leaders smile
I’ve seen faces filled with absence and heard words without substance
As the empire starts to decay and die
I dream of a catastrophe, already in the making
In which we are like insects tryin to build a hive
Like drones we all operate without the ability to think
For ourselves till the day we die
And our queens will just make more of us, as we succumb to thoughts of lust
Perpetuate our existence to further make us slide
This is my, this is my America
Written By Ian Lacombe
Based on an opiate induced hallucination
Or was it?
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