Guilty Conscience

I don’t want this nation.
It don’t want me.
Constant stagnation,
In the land of the free.
Do you want thier murder?
Do you want thier war?
Do you want a fast car?
Do you want to be a whore for?
Taxation,
without representation.
They got this whole thing started.
Let’s tear it down.
We didn’t get a chance to see what america means to me.
Sometimes do you ever get the feeling you’re being fucked while blindfolded?
Did you feel the loss?
Or did you bear the cross.