Simply because you can breathe,
doesnt mean youre alive,
or that you really live.
this life has taken its toll
and she just doesnt know,
how much more she can give

But here, at the top of the world, where I raise my hands and I clench my fists,
they stand before me below, demanding the answers with flips of a switch

I dont understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
cause I couldnt care less

need for revolutions rising, [bad word] to the surface, gasping for air,
were not putting up with this planet one more day much less one more year

I dont understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
cause I couldnt care less

So here and now, in our rotting nation
the blood, it pours, its all on our hands now
we live, in fear, of our own potential
to win, to lose, its all on our hands now

And I have an American Dream,
but it involves black masks and gasoline,
one day Ill turn these thoughts into screams,
at a world turned its back down on me

I dont understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
cause I couldnt care less