Welcome to America
The land of the free
And the home of the sane
Here in America
There isn’t much to see
Unless you’re in the clutches of insanity and pain

Uncle Sam is watching
Step out of line
You get a bullet in the head
All to protect Uncle Sam
Bow to him and everything will be fine

The time is coming
Uncle Sam will face trial by fire
Anarchy will reign
It is coming
We the insane will rise
And burn Uncle Sam on his funeral pyre
To put an end to the people’s pain

Alone in a dark room
The walls painted black
No doors, no windows, just a revolver in hand
Oh god, it’s all in my head

Time to play
A little Russian Roulette

Barrel to temple
A pull of the trigger
Nothing. Better luck next time!

Time to try again
Dull click
How cruel this game is

Once again, pull the trigger
Am I still alive?
Why? Oh why, isn’t it my time?

Begging, praying I try again
BANG
My prayers have been answered

There are my demons
They revel in my flesh
Symbolic fiery beacons
Born from my angry, heartbroken mesh

No one can see the real me
But I just see myself
A dark man full of spiritual debris
In a bad state of mental health

I might be considered insane
But it’s really not me
They don’t really have a name
It’s the demons that reside in me explicitly

There are my demons
Filling me with rage, sorrow and gluttony
Burning internal heathens
That bring out the evil in me
But that’s what keeps me breathin’

Courage is a very powerful thing
It runs or destroys the world and its people

Courage can be a blessing and a curse
A sinner and a saint
It provokes acts of love and of hate
Of kindness and of cruelty
Acts of violence and acts of peace

Courage wins war and signs treaties
And lets you face your fears

If you can find your courage
Then you shall have power over yourself

But if you can’t find your courage
You cannot face life or overcome it

Shadows dancing on the wall
Crystal **** in the hall
Crush with credit card
Snort with nose
Feel the speed in your toes

Sleepless nights and lonely days
Aching bones, mind is crazed
I feel so good, but so alone
It’s good to get high
And watch life fly by

It’s all in my head
These neon gods prancing
Naked around a fire in the desert
Everything burns

Within the fire
Is a man with a horse’s head
The god of the rain
His agonized shrieks fill the badlands

The fire will consume us all
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Everything will burn

And as the world burns down
We lay ignorant
Trapped by the bounds of reality
Take me
I’m ready to be consumed in flames

The kid is a ***
A triple platinum, bona fide loser
Jaded, he hides himself away
From love, from friendship, from family
******* away his talents and his time
Boozing and getting high
What a creep

Sleeping on his uncle’s couch
No job, no future, no friends
Drowning in despair and solitude
Doing nothing, not caring
Writing to keep from going insane
He hates himself
Even more than god does