America

She's so beautiful,
All she sees is green.
From where she stands it all sounds great.
She can't even hear the screams.

All the people that were sacrificed,
Forced players in her game.
People are still drawn to her,
Thinking they can make her change.

In my soul I want to be her,
Who she claims to be.
She makes it looks so justified.
Ok, I'll play the fool.
Isn't she beautiful?
Isn't she beautiful?


She walks so confidently, her head held high.
We'll do what she says, we'll all fall in line.
We won't questions her past,
How she got where she is.
We're comfortable now, we'll wade in her sins.

When her beauty fades,
We'll curse her name.
Molded by her aspirations,
There will only be ourselves to blame.

In my soul I wanted to be her,
who she claimed to be.
I never looked in the mirror.
I am the fool.
Wasn't she beautiful?
Wasn't she beautiful?