America

America memories of those that cried

denied by lies which tried to hide the

shameful past inside us, and that which

guides us is that inside of wallets call it

greed to cause need to take the lead, and

indeed these misdeeds destroy mystique

so the truth must be kept misty. Mirrors and smoke.

Mirrors and smoke. Erection at your reflection, then

you choke. Then you choke. It's over, damn. But

at least you lived as the Marlboro Man. It's hard to go

and no man knows where he's going, joins a church,

he starts coping, he knows he's a sinner to roast in

TV Dinners, see me in the TV screen, what does he see,

seen inside the model guiding our perceptions ideological

weaponry of the first degree. First commercial the red

button you see. You see? Nah, open up. Living life not

knowing what, or who, or where, or why or when, absorb

the lie that's hiding in the trojan horse on your remote,

yes to the dress but you didn't read the annotated print, so

it stated it would attach like a helmet to be selling conformity,

products will be the lord of me. But if I get tired of monotony,

and decide that commercials are not to be, I'll get wiped away

like Oxi-Clean, and get swiped away tidal waves at the breaking

point I will never be anointed they tell you what the point is but

the point is disjointed and I'm disappointed about this appointment

So my country tis of thee full dis-enlightenment.