Sorrow bends into a dream of moral decay, where identity is lost In mistakes of mine, you are blindly through a search for all truth
On a search for truth, led by a lie, now
A money ??? and blurred, slowly walking through a Naked field resting eyes on branches bearing broken glass Reflection of a black frame on wheels driving into nothing A closer look reveals a face with a ???
The burning victim's tears are grabbing at your heels You ask for tolerance but I see failure The burning victim's tears are grabbing at your heels
This ??? looks so familiar The light wraps around me The scent of tobacco, it puts my mind at ease As I step back into the American Dream