simply because you can breathe,
doesn`t mean you`re alive,
or that you really live,
this life here has taken its toll
and she just doesn`t know how much more she can give
but here, at the top of the world, I raise my hands and I clench my fists,
they stand before me below demanding the answers with flips of a switch
I don`t understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
that this world is something that you must impress,
because I couldn`t care less
a need for revolution`s rising, it comes to the surface, gasping for air,
we`re not putting up with this planet one more day much less one more year
I don`t understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
that this world is something that you must impress,
because I couldn`t care less
so here and now, in our rotting nation
the blood, it pours, it`s all on our hands now
we live, in fear, of our own potential
to win, to lose, it`s all on our hands now
I have an Amerikan Dream,
but it involves black masks and gasoline,
one day I`ll turn these thoughts into screams,
at a world turned its back down on me
I don`t understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
that this world is something that you must impress,
because I couldn`t care less