American... I sometimes regret having to call myself that... it can be a confusing notion
Our leaders are brought to power built on lies, hidden treason, and times of war
Yet those that somehow break the mold, brought in as one of pure heart
End up being the face of evil of their time

The majority that struggle for cash are faceless
The few that have more then what is needed are praised
What had flown ever so red to keep us alive is replaced by green
Would spill down the mountains fast then the spills of red

Our toys broken sheds more tears then the loss of innocence which goes swept under the rug
The young at ten once knew they where ten, now they think their twenty
Taking pride in crimes they mimic from family
At first one might think it was a need for attention that caused these lies
The police just shake their heads in disappointment that revealed the truth

I fear the future when the masses tried to draw me into the darkness
When they grabbed on I grew in anger and broke their arms
In the abyss I hear them cry at the result, but it did not matter
It was my time
I turned to the spirits and walked away
Made my own times which its fruits tasted ever so sweet it was surprising to the market
That all of this and more was done by sixteen

Now immortalized in the Hauntings from the Snake River Plain
I look back to the abyss, shining my lights
To search for those born in its mess just like me and show them the way out
So they can enjoy a similar reality to my own

I started as a being with fear and anger, now I live waiting to see everything else the next day brings
In my own America I am finally proud to say that I belong
Leading my own life, making my own reality, with thousands gathering behind me
Perhaps enough will gather in time to take me to a new world
All because I fought as an American that saw the need for true change
And cut the strings tied on by the rules of society placed at birth.