Hell-oH shit no it's the devil, let me go, let me know the sacrificial lamb was a peasant pendin' noh body's ever endin' soul rottin' rendered by a skull, slaughtered, severed by his own father.
Hats off to the cast of the american dream
I see behind the scenes the american scheme
Live rich or die poor, you can't remember
But I've said it before, you never heard it, that's all..
But you'll forget it once more
Live it up or dead it down
Wicked'll get the sickest sound
Push that bass and lift that treble
Simple minded dicks that differ 'tween the levels
Do you even hear the lyrics
Slippin' through you hear it clearin'
Space between your ears and
It's a shame you're nowhere near it
You fuckin' imbeciles turn the music up higher
Theres too many words I've got a headache
From this guys words.. WHY WORDS!?
WHY SO MANY SYLLABLES?! Give it up
Get it crunk, let it pump, let it bump
Let it slump, set it up so it's all
One syllable words for all you idiot fucks
And I'm ready to die..
Cut the strings from clipped wings
And I'm ready to fly..
And there's an angel on my shoulder
But the devil's on my knee
Tellin' me to pray to Heaven
Cause hell is at my feet
Come on, walk with me the American dream
We'll leave a trail of bread crumbs
And some tears in the street
It's the sound of bullets tearin' through peace
You can't hear it cause you're deep
In your American sleep
I'll send a message in a bottle
To the president's fore fathers
Warn what's next to be apocolypsed
Wasn't meant to lead we just followed it
Swallowed with hollow tips
Unlock the shell and fall right in
Would you crawl to hell on carpeted skin?
Black marketed binge of the starving within
When the target is hit, it's the artist's regret
No martyrs are dead cause we're livin' through speech
You either follow a trend or give up on your knees
Live it up to the means, when the given gets tough
Then cut the puppet strings
Cause there's nothin' like freedom
To see some are on their knees and they're pleadin'
To be one for all, one to fall to the hand
That begs to lead the crawl
These humanimal cannibals feastin' to fiend on advantages
Lean on me slanted yet bandaged by branded skin
Put the world in my palm and crushed it to a grain of sand again
Given back the hand of God so he could say he handled it
Then we can redeem the damages
I wear a halo made of stone
Cause the gold is molded weak
Giving up the price of glory
Cause the spoils are too cheap
Come on, walk with me the American dream
We'll leave a trail of bread crumbs
And some tears in the street
It's the sound of bullets tearin' through peace
You can't hear it cause you're deep
In your American sleep
