Changes

Can't seem to shut her legs our

Mother Nature is a whore

I got my propaganda I got revisionism

I got my violence in high-def ultra-realism

All a part of this great nation

I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism

Hypnotic sound of siren

Echoing through the street

We did just what you told us

Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies

I got my propaganda I got revisionism

I got my violence in high-def ultra-realism

All a part of this great nation

I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism

All bruised and broken bleeding

She asks to take my hand

I turn just keep on walking

What, you'd do the same thing in this circumstance I'm sure you’ll understand

I got my propaganda I got revisionism

I got my violence in high-def ultra-realism