"State Of The Union"

If we're the flagship of peace and prosperity
We're taking on water and about to fuckin' sink
No one seems to notice, no one even blinks
The crew all left the passengers to die under the sea

[Chorus]
Countdown, to the very end,
Equality, an invitation that we wont extend
Ready aim, pull the trigger now,
in time you firmly secure your place in hell

State of the union address,
reads war torn country still a mess
the words: power, death, and distorted truth
are read between the lines of the red, white, and blue

[Chorus]

Your place in hell [X2]

'Guilty' is what our graves will read,
no years, no family, we did
nothing (nothing) to stop the murder of
a people just like us

"Blood-Red, White & Blue"

so come test me, so come break me,
so come on intoxicate me
with hands tied behind my back, I fight
and wait for you to strike

a new problem we can't stop them,
we're outnumbered and uncautioned,
a rally cry ring out into the night

[Chorus]
so pride yourself on what you are,
and hold them all to words they can't take back,
I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams
where fires die but light still shines for us to see

what did you have to say?
give me your logic, your definition,
the words you twist to justify your position
of mass starvation and blind airstrikes,
every problem is solved with a fight

peace won't be found,
til we're underground,
as long as we live without a sound

[Chorus]


would God bless a murder of the innocents?
would God bless a war based on pride?
would God bless a money-hungry government? no.

would God bless our ineffective court system?
God bless the sweatshops we run.
would God bless Amerika?

"Black Masks & Gasoline"

Simply because you can breathe,
doesn't mean you're alive,
or that you really live.
this life has taken it's toll
and she just doesn't know,
how much more she can give

But here, at the top of the world, where I raise my hands and I clench my fists,
they stand before me below, demanding the answers with flips of a switch

I don't understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
cause I couldn't care less

A need for revolution's rising, it comes to the surface, gasping for air,
we're not putting up with this planet one more day much less one more year


So here and now, in our rotting nation
the blood, it pours, it's all on our hands now
we live, in fear, of our own potential
to win, to lose, it's all on our hands now

And I have an American Dream,
but it involves black masks and gasoline,
one day I'll turn these thoughts into screams,
at a world turned its back down on me


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