The nation is sick
That's all there is to it
I could talk for a fifty more years about what's wrong
But talk has lead to -this-
This,
This is rubbish
So caught up in you,
Yet you fail to take a deeper look
What lies beneath our skulls,
What bleeds when we cut our skin,
I don't care about your excuses
I just want results
The nation is ill
It drowns in insecurities and disillusionment
The pills it takes are not enough
They just work to mask a hidden meaning
Don't cry to me about your pain
If you don't want to be burned
Stay out the fire
You are no god
You will be burned