It's business as usual in the land of the free
A glossy, sugar-coated blinder's disease
A dark, dangerous path we walk down
Where nobody knows how to turn around
The mirror's cracked and the light unreflecting
Of the foreboding darkness that's been coming
Under the iron fist beneath the cracks
Beating the unthinking blue and black
Fires paint the skyline crimson with rage
Hate bubbles over like blood on the page
Insidious poisons squash and kill our dreams
The storm clouds gather on the horizon green
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