There's always a lull before the storm
and then all hell breaks loose.
We close our eyes to the chaos
and place our necks in a noose.
Why, why, why can't we see
that what we're living is a false reality?
The lies are fed us everyday
by the mainstream media called TV.
The American dream is a nightmare now
and still the masses are fooled.
Why are we so complacent?
Do we just love to be ruled?
I don't understand what it will take
to awaken from the zombie state.
I guess we need to be burdened
by too much on our plate.
And the storm is bold. The storm is strong
and the glow that was this nation
is now succumbing to the deadly powers
that gives us radiation.
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