A New Mad American Empire
This is the edge of America
This is the edge of America
The land of the free
Home of the brave
The Republic of Tyrannies
White hoods and black fist
Cities in flame
Agent Orange burns
Television drones on
Into the static electric night
This is an American
Edge of Reality
Edge of Dreams
Madness across this land
Sinister grins, white and bare
The moon is fat and glows brightly
In a lunatic land of blinded sight
Wide the hollows of reapers glare
Thy engines of flesh and bone
Rise towers of black smoke
Industrial flames flare
Crimson and jagged stone
Eyes fractured façades stare
This is a new mad American Empire
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