this dream can t be what it used to be ever again i don t want this dream or the grievance it brings can t justify greed at the cost of equality tangled in endless archaic chains of power profit gain what about the poor bearing poverty s marks what about the sick whose lives are torn apart what about those whose rights aren t respected a nation of youth dejected it s time to rethink this dream you call american corrupt beliefs that some will call their heritage a burdened soul once searching for liberty crowned in debt as the new face of slavery died by design with a senseless hope and a never ending rope what about the leaders abusing authority corrupt moral compass guarded bureaucracy what about those who died so we can live our complacency must end it s time to rethink this dream you call american corrupt beliefs that some will call their heritage this dream can t be what it used to be ever again spirits of the slain hiding in the corners of my mind screaming when i kneel to look inside stomach fucking turning and now it s disconcerting fight fire with fire you ll see everyone s burning turn on the tv for the murder spree get distracted while they take your civil liberty thoughts and prayers again is that what it ll take which industries profit while lives are at stake now hear the media fools discuss the killer s mind staring at the screen to tell us what they find manifesto dollar worship get on your knees so they can sell us a cure for the american disease it s time to rethink this dream that they call american corrupt system of beliefs some will call their heritage it s time to rethink this dream that they call american so one day it can mean something real again1