The world is just a mirror of the soul
Growing from roots, but barely bold
For the life we live, for time that's sold
For what we seek, for price and gold
What is different between you and I?
We both bleed, we both speak, and we both lie
We seek passion, lust, a dream to grasp
Upon the final moments in which we crash
The American way, the old civilized way...
The gentlemen, women, oh the great idol's we praise
Some to the sky, and some to the screens,
And some from the grass in which we lay
Yet throughout the blue and gray,
I still say,
I am no prisoner.
But only a sinner.