American Condition

Dust moves slowly
When nothing's in sync
Numb to reaction
Fulfilled by distraction
Repeating the pattern
Forgetting what matters
Defined by the weakness
Of the American Condition

Plagued by uncertainty
Riddled for common sense
Take my corrupted soul
And let it slip
Just let it slip
Forgetting how
To use it

Willful Amnesia
Fixed on Media
Tarnished opinions
Impoverished the spirit
Obedient silence
Feeds the mindless
That's met with resistance
Reimagining the hope for a nation

Plagued by authority
That never has a name
Divisions set the rule

To face different patterns inside what we see
And live for the madness and never seem to ask why
Why can't we ask why?
Decide not to care when the world is burning
And face your complacency left in the urgency
To not decide
To Stand for Something

No room for clarity
In the Divided States
Just give me something real
So I can feel Something
Something, Something, Anything



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Settles
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