Testo American Dreams

Look what's happened to my hands
I can't get past the blood on them
What's left behind another war
murder is so tragic but we want more

I wish that I could place the blame
on someone else's dream of pain
The things that foster panic here remain obscured
remain unclear

Look what's happened to my arms
The strength to move's becoming calmed
What rights are mine are put to rest
recall my first name and fail the test

I wish that I could memorize
all the hopes and all the lies
The fortune that good men escape
Denys my tongue
Destroys my face

I've had enough of American Dreams I've had enough of American Dreams

Look what's happened to my dreams
My nightmares speak in voices seen
we came to burn in the city on the hill
prescribe me faith, but give me pills

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