america america america
one One the died
were singing love yellow love;
won those finger in in love,
and and famished on like gross
glassy glass the fallen fallen
broken glass broken glass
Flushed temperately and showing
the broken empire made of fate
america america america;
sluggish and fattened
we are all the blame
soft hair and and the tips
of the shattered glass
a little game to the forgotten dream
that dream long lost long lost;
Bloomed blue in lips
death love. lovely death...america america
strife; our cheeks touch and touch
a harpstring plucked in our soul the meaning
wants to be known the meaning wants...
america america america
famine of our thoughts a great drying
of culture we are the forgotten dream
the self fullfilling dawn of a new age
america america america...
fallen fallen empire