Seems like not much left of a choice
America's losing poise and boys
To the noise of politicians being to moist
Of course they won't admit only to submit
To sinister forces beyond their intelligence
Galactic tactics carefully planted for reenactment
Souls stuck in a gloom trying to consume
The world's perfume only to room
Into the devil's loft
Fantasy painted livid but in reality soft
What's the joy in winning your materials but losing a brittle soul
Wake up before it's too late