Life is a big circle

and I’m going around the tracks

just when I think I’m ahead

I find myself right back

to the place that I had started

like 400 stories ago

I’m stronger and I’m smarter

but does it ever really show

I’m cursed in the creative

A prisoner to my mind

I’m hoping to see the beginning

of when this light will shine

I can teach people from my ways

and the strays

the waves I’m tossed

and promise of brighter days

of things I long for things I’ve lost

I’m a puppet to this play

can never cut off these strings

The Government on the birth of conspiracy

Oh to America the beautiful I sing

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were so focused on the trivial

which skin color looks the best

that when they finally decided to take us

it was like scrambling eggs inside their nest

I see through the illusions

mass medias grand facade 

when they were bombing over Baghdad 

just pickin’ up the role of god

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were united in America

under one true common fame

we deceive the entire world

by pretending were not the same

Ive seen so many tribulations

this worlds a crazy place

no matter where you roam

in the mirror its still the same face

I’m trying to drown out all the truth

because the truth truly does hurt

and try to avoid the snares

that seem to cause the soul revert

and everything is happiness

if your looking through those eyes

of someone who doesn’t feel the pain

those who wear a heavy guise

and everything is ashes

in the end its dust to dust

the bids all in, its win to win

another soul fallen to the lust