Testo The National Anthem

I cross my heart and hope to die for
Something more then mere entrophy.
You're a target market, we are all becoming targets.
This is here, this is today. There's no us and them, just we.
Holding a flag like you'd hold a baby.
Staring at a black hole, blind on both sides.
Wake up and smell the nihilism
Because when their party ends, there'll be no one left alive.
The image is just a dark screen
There's no reflections in black holes
Just slowly diminishing returns,
Lines collapsing in towards nothing.
And this Nothing is as real
As murder on our scratch ticket streets.
Only love creates true meaning
So fuck your ends and fuck your means.

Five thousand died today
And your tomorrow will be the fucking same.

There's no way out, but to hold hands and jump.
It's our last chance for a slow dance For life, liberty and the persuit of happiness.

I have a dream.....