One nation under the gun

Where forward thinking is shunned

A morbid tradition

Of archaic value systems

Where violence justified

Is just another pride

Under the surface lies

A holy plastic empire

With guarded golden fences

Where misfortune

Shelters decisions

A pain wrought from blood flowing green

The myth of protection

Is a sick fascination

A culture of violence is what you are feeding

Fear is an heirloom

And hate is contagious

A nation of sadists is what you are breeding

It's everywhere

It's everywhere that you see

But who decides

If you watch or turn the other cheek

And only in your mind

Is it your given right to be armed to the teeth

It's a common disease

The only immunity is to disarm

This holy plastic empire disease