Stuff the stars and stripes down your throat
Choke on it, quiet your consciousness, do not allow it to breathe
Wrap the great flag around your bloody heart, it will soothe you, let it become you
America, America god shed his grace on you
You are the chosen people, the exceptional people
You rule a quarter of the world's resources for the 6% of you, mostly for the .1% of the 6% of you, because god deemed it so
Go now, drop bombs on the commies when they disobey you
Arm the commies when they kneel before you
They're not friend or foe, only control and resources matter
Buy that shiny, softy curved IPhone, grasp it in your fingers, love it
(nevermind the working conditions that lead to massive suicides)
"there be no hope here" cries out the voice of the exploited
Worry not, soon the troubles of the exploited will consume the hole they leave with new fancy gadgets
Atrach yourself to these things, a new reality will become you
Virtual reality to see only what you wish
Smart watches to wrap around your wrist like handcuffs tying you to your disassociated state
Colorful signs to remind you of nostalgic times that never were
You have no choice
You are a slave, yet also a slave master
You're American
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American eyes
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