Unraveling the fabric of misfortune,
Unravelling the veil of fragility.
All is fading, like echoes in a hollow world.

America, the flawless mirage…
A masterpiece of cracks and fractures.
A kingdom of saints, yet shadows walk among them.
God, let this be an illusion—
For the weight of it crushes like a lover’s betrayal,
Like watching gold turn to dust in your hands.
Got me feeling less of a man.
Left watching and listening…
As the choir sings in tongues of fire,
Promising light while cursing us blind.
Their words drip like honey yet are thick with decay,
Sweet on the lips, but a poison that strangles our airways.

Unraveling the fabric of misfortune,
Unravelling the veil of fragility.
All is fading, like echoes in a hollow world.

Oh, America, the altar of ruin…
Where prophets sell solace for a hollow embrace.
Where the faithful kneel, yet their prayers go unanswered,
Drowned by the echoes of greed and disgrace.

Tell me, how do I stand tall in sinking sand?
How do I find faith with a ghost in my hands?
Got me feeling less of a man—
Like a broken piano that lost all its grandeur.
Like a slave crawling back to its master.

Unraveling the fabric of misfortune,
Unravelling the veil of fragility.
All is fading, like echoes in a hollow world.