08_America

We need to have a conversation
America, your teeming shore
All in all, it isn’t over
There’s still love behind your golden door
I think we might be losing our minds. Is this real? America
It’s so hard to find words to say
Why do things have to be this way?
To just begin to relieve the pain
We must know we are the same
Left or right, a path we must choose
We shouldn’t wager, more than we can loose
Information, everyone’s online, oh the lies
Strangers in, a great divide
Oh you’re forced to take a side... Is this real? America
Nothings clear... Hysteria. Is this real? America
Is it me, or are we all in tears?
I can hear your cries. I’ve been waiting and nothing is clear
Just more and more lies… Wasting my time
Nothing is clear… Whoa my mind
I can I hear ya, and in all of my years
Just more and more lies