Diary of Wisdom and Love

America

Timothy

Generation lost, sublime desire.
Four hundred million souls, no heroes.
Labratory mice, in a Godless dance.
Abram’s green face fading on the bill.

America, America,
America, America.

From the burning towers, to the enemy song.
From the children of Utah, to the Capitol Hill.
Without hope, without pain.
Alone in time, the end of the world.

America, America.
America, America.

Birth in a cup, in a mindless cloning game.
Knowing only America, not where we came.
Seven starred angels, bless us with names.
Bullets fired without anger, all the rest is the same.

America, America.
America, America.
America, America.

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