Of which lies are covered in
Makeup and foundation
Caked on so much even
Her reflections breathe was taken
With no face
no fundamentals
No morals or ethics
She is called America
And even god will not touch her
Lost in the trade of beauty
Power driven by money
And money driven to be
"Successful"
But to reach success
You just clap your hands
In a suit and tie and the crowd
Will bless you
You don't have to think
But just do
You don't need to think
You don't get paid to
It's do as I say
Not as I do
And this country lacks
A self sense of thought
And a higher set of standards
Walking around Oki
And the kids don't act like
Bastards
They stay inside to reflect
There moral standards
But who am I to judge a country
When I'm not God
But who am to step back
And let this country demod
Itself beyond the test
Of recognition
No voice to speak
Just intake and listen
Moving with an unseen hand
Like the unseen eye
Had a roll to play
But maybe I'm tripping
And society is actually okay
I'm fucked up
Tryna live in the old days
So maybe it's okay
2+2=5
Alright
I believe it now
I'm over it
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