...question

(can contemporary art and music actually have any subversive impact....within our ultra

mediated, and hyper commodified pop culture?)

I'm not so sure.

or does the resistance unwittingly fragment and pacify itself, self-medicated and massively

surveilled....and end up fatally subsumed within a disembodied, and fake online world?

this song is about how a terrifyingly large number of Americans still lack a rigorous

understanding of our own history....let alone about our current role, and our impact on the rest of

the world!

...as entitled, exceptionalist, white supremacist, shock doctrine capitalist, imperialist, homicidal,

occupying marauders...and state sponsors of terror!

with 1000 military bases and black sites around the world, it's classical late-stage empire...

except this time...we're taking all of organized human life, and the entire fucking BIOSPHERE

down with us!

Rome burns.

fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, Rome burns.

death to America

twilight of great Satan

end of the exception

the truth will out in the end

shining city on the hill

comes crumbling to the ground

how could we ever believe

that we would ever live it down? (we won't!)

imperial cult of death

yet still proclaims claims providence

impose our virtues by force

enshrine the permanent war!

I don't wanna know, cuz I already know. I don't wanna look, and I ain't gonna stop. I don't

wanna! I don't wanna!

Rome burns.

fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, Rome burns.

I'm so fucking sick of being fed the myth of our innate decency, and ingenuity and pioneering

spirit...which glares in obscene contrast to our retrograde, cold blooded, and grotesquely

violent national character.

bipartisan neo-cons,

fascistic pseudo-Christians,

bloodsucking corporations,

free market devolution.

the triumph of spectacle

splinters the population

explodes the cult of the self

distracted, docile and numb!

death to America

not to Americans!

a karmic debt must be paid,

hope dies, then action begins!

I don't wanna know, cuz I already know. I don't wanna look, and I ain't gonna stop. I don't

wanna! I don't wanna!

Rome burns.

Rome burns.

fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, Rome burns.

at the 11th hour,

we'll put our heads together!

dramatically underestimate the threat,

panic,

then scramble for our VR headsets,

and brace for impact.

America is dead!

long live America!

when hope dies, action begins.

long live America!