Welcome one and all
To the fallen promised land.
Raise up the burning bush
and light up this cross.
We dropped the ball
And in return they dropped bomb.
I’m screaming to billboards
“There’s no place like home”
In hopes that a savior
will pick up their phone.
But All our heroes left us
Sniffing coke from 9-5
Inside a corporate America wet dream
Where the wealthy will survive
While the rest of us are destitute.
The middle man can’t follow suit.
We are homesick
But not by our design.
How will we live
When there’s nothing left but cigarettes
And the sins left from our fathers?
Where will we go?
The benevolent are the desolate
Seeking refuge in the gutter.
Oh when the saints
One by one go marching in
With Three Piece
suits and charming devil grins,
They’ll remind us, that
Cursed are the meek,
Yet they were the ones
that destroyed and enslaved
The so called American Dream that they craved.
And every days the same routine:
Destroy, Rebuild, Repent
until a white washed God shows
Not to save but circumvent
Every faggot, spic, and nigger
When the cops will pull the trigger.
25 to life, but no much life to go.
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