Breathe Liberty

Money is the air in America's lungs. 
How far fetched for a country so high strung.
We strive for a revolution that hasn't yet begun
and fight a one man war for the ones we love.
Praying to someone in the heavens above. 

Save us from our sorrows and catastrophic ways,
and keep us safe for our constant dying days. 
America, America you're beautiful as can be,
But why is it that your government has turned its back on thee?

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