Of a Dying Nation

Living in the shattered prism of a shared reality

Each trapped in a separate shard

The truth is fleeting

Of a dying nation

The spiral of violence and death begins

And the spirit claims us, dissent is filling me

I sense your entitlement

In pursuit of nothing

In pursuit of nothing

It was all for nothing

Of a dying nation

The spiral of violence and death begins

Within a history of blood and tears

A tragic noose, tight around all our necks

A tragic noose around our necks

A tragic noose around our necks

Tight around our necks

Tight around our necks

Tragic noose