Polish The Nightmare

They see the automation and they will not default
We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy
No heart
Polish up the nightmare and call it the american dream
Blood runs from your sockets and fills their pockets
They laugh while we scream
They see the automation and they will not default
We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy
Wait wait wait wait, your placation is your grave
Facade, facade, just look at his body
He is broken, serving jihad
Appease god?
Oh please god, your young feed the flames of the firing squad
They see the automation and they will not default
We accept these devious schemes because there are no morals in this economy
Wait wait wait wait, your placation is your grave
No morals
I can’t stand to see you die, so follow me into this fight
Sound check, can they hear the drums that we sing to now play new beats?
Follow me with arms tonight