One nation under the gun
Where forward thinking is shunned
morbid tradition
Of archaic value systems
Where violence justified
Is just another pride

Under the surface lies
holy plastic empire
With guarded golden fences
Where misfortune
Shelters decisions

pain wrought from blood flowing green
The myth of protection
Is a sick fascination
culture of violence is what you are feeding

Fear is an heirloom
And hate is contagious
nation of sadists is what you are breeding

It's everywhere
It's everywhere that you see
But who decides
If you watch or turn the other cheek

And only in your mind
Is it your given right to be armed to the teeth
It's [bad word] disease
The only immunity is to disarm
This holy plastic empire disease