Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite,
All of which are American dreams.

We dream of ways to break these iron bars We dream of black nights without moon or stars We dream of tunnels and of sleeping guards We dream of blackouts in the prison yard Heartbroken, we found a gleam of hope Harken to the sound, a whistle blows Heaven sent reply, however small Evidence of life beyond these walls Born and bred in this machine Wardens dread to see us dream We hold tight to legends of Real life, the way it was before We dream of jailers throwing down their arms We dream of open gates and no alarms Look to the day the Earth will shake These weathered walls will fall away -------------- Favourite song by one of my favourite bands.

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery now What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin' They don't gotta burn the books they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally round the family Pockets full of shells

Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture - Americana Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for The thin line between entertainment and war There be no shelter here Tha frontline is everywhere ----------------- They fix the need, develop the taste Buy their products or get laid to waste Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler To keep ya eyes off the real killer ----------------- American eyes, American eyes.... View the world from American eyes Bury the past, rob us blind And leave nothing behind

So make a move an plead the fifth 'cause ya Can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a Shot gun these people ain't seen a Brown skin man since their grandparents bought One Bare witness to the sickest shot while suckas Get romantic They gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we're lampin' still clockin' dirt for our Sweat A ballots dead so bullets what I get A thousand years you had the tools We should be taken 'em Fuck the g ride I want the machines that are Makin' em.

Hungry people don't stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as the weak grow strong.

Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Yes back through the shanties and the cities remains Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh With different last names, uh-huh The vultures robbin everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes the pictures the same.