"A Day of Reckoning."

I'm a product of this fucked-up American society
And an eye-witness of its depravity
I've partook in its immorality
And have enjoyed living the life of uncensored
irresponsibility

Its Constitution of freedom has allowed a relaxed
sense of morality
And its disregard to retribution has given a
superior feeling of immortality
And all along an undercurrent that felt like a slow-
drain felt like it plagued

But still I trekked and still I adventured through
this wasteland
Through this dispensable nation of faces and
transients and immigrants
And I lay my head and staked my claim and signed
my name on the dotted line but I didn't feel any
acclaim

Because the, "American Dream," is fading and what
we all saw in our youth has been forsaken
And the, "Bright Lights," and, "Big City," has been
given away to the highest bidder so that there's
nothing left for us to have and in the end the,
"Creditors," are going to come and seize the claim

And on the, "Land of the Free," will be stamped
another name
"This Country Tis of Thee," wasn't passed-down to
you and me no, big businesses, corporations,
government-procured inflation without representation
and so-on and so-on will be the death of this nation

Until the, "Reapers," come to claim what is theirs and
the, "Native American Indians," through their blessed
ancestors have recompense and are finally at rest for
the theft and raping of their beloved land

"nasgi winigalisda"e