A soliloque of sliced tissue drives deep
seeping the mind and sapping all streath
it seeks the one called hope
in a desperate act of acknoledgment
it uses black sheets to cover the once glowing dream
i cram all i can into a bottle of emotion
and let it float away from this evil
so that one day inncocence will find my bottle
and know the warning beofre the destruction
of every good soul is soul on the grey market
i dont need gods grace to see the corruption
it stands before me ready to start a spark
and it aligns up the ignorant and warp minds
till withthin time we are bought and sold
like the poster that pointed at you years ago
another slow downward spiral for the human race
the red, white and blue shines so dimly
that no one can trust the views
so how can we be foreced to follow them
goodnight america... sleep well.