America

They want to see our blood,

They want to see our pain,

Like the needle in your vein,

You think you're in 'the game'

While I'm the one prayin' for a change,

In a fuckin' world put to shame,

Where America's to blame,

And it stays all the same,

I'm the one holding this Earth together,

The one without a name,

Another human classed as 'plain'

In a Country that contain's

the youth of today,

So I kneel down and pray,

To the man faraway,

Everyday is a mistake,

Each line is a earthquake,

And I say for God's Sake,

I want to hear his take,

On a world that's ruined and bruised,

By these Villains who rule us.

The millions of people that want to be a star,

Look to the sky and pray for a start,

They don't care if you're hurt or own a broken heart,

After all we're made from broken parts,

It ends up with another dead in the car park,

America's to blame when you exit scarred,

You'll wanna go home, The home that you keep,

That's if you're not buried 66 deep,

You can keep your dreams,

Misery hit me,

But I'll let you be,

After all, Only you can see.

I'll hold my heart together with a bottle of a whiskey.

It's history.. This world is nothing but a pointless mystery.