Testo The American Dream Is Dead

The sleepless nights are killing me and I'm haunted in my sleep.
I keep reliving old memories. You can wake the dead but please
don't wake me. Let's get fucked up quit cause' I can't take
another second of this shit. Show me a way out or show me my
next fix. Cause' I can't see the road ahead of me and these
blood shot eyes are my worst enemy and I can't find a fucking
remedy and will you ever be alone again? No, I will never be
alone again.
It's not enough to sing about the greatest traditions you
left out. With a bottle in hand, we'll sing on and on again.
Tell me I'm not the only one here who's feeling so fucked up
over this.