far to long now
we've let somehow
rotten fruit stay on the vine

and even those that fell
still have a smell
that hasn't dissipated with time

now we seem to find
while the outside hides
the stench that is within

where it takes its toll
mind, body, soul
the plans and schemes of man

what sometimes starts out right
you never think it might
end up going bad

but such is life
when the rot that's on the vine
is all that you have left

bitter fruit
starts at the root
and with what you fertilize

time will take its toll
on this, americas darkened soul
as it withers up and dies