Who dreams about the rise from failure
Pavement cold and beautiful at the same time
Perfection inside imperfection is high in itself
Black sand, under overcast emotions expand over the soul
The sol, the fire we need, to burn our guts with dare
Devils eyes inside your heart, but only you control it's release
From the moon they arise, for the dip to earth
Who will avenge the sacrifice of America
The blood inside the desks and all over the papers
Only if the outside could see the real freedom in her
She stands proud, majestic in disguise of disgust
Hands high for the wealthy and fortunate
They preach that the belongings of the native, belonged to them
That the buffalo were meant to die
That the green grass wasn't meant to lay in
That man and wolf couldn't hunt side by side
That we, would one day become superior to those not civilized
When indeed, it was we, who took that away from them
So preach on America, tell the beautiful lies about how gorgeous the moon is
When you know well enough, The face of things always please
How do you sleep at night?
Lay the real foundation, pull the sheets off the youth
Preach the real story, this land is not you