Is this my America? Is this my dream? A battlefield of hysteria In a murder scene
How can this be my America If I can´t breathe? In a world where they´re selling ya The death of me
´Cause we hate and we lie And I cry for my America We kill and we fight But I´d die for my America The dream that I believe Is buried down six deep In my America
They say that our history Repeats itself Same war, same misery
Same cry for help High hopes for a better day We beg for peace I know there´s a better way For you and me, oh
´Cause we hate and we lie And I cry for my America We kill and we fight But I´d die for my America The dream that I believe Is buried down six deep In my America
Nothing´s what it seems in my American dream Nothing´s what it seems in my American dream Nothing´s what it seems in my American dream
Nothing´s what it seems in my American dream Nothing´s what it seems in my American dream Nothing´s what it seems in my American dream Nothing´s what it seems in my American dream Nothing´s what it seems in my American dream My American dream
´Cause we hate and we lie And I cry for my America We kill and we fight But I´d die for my America The dream that I believe In my America Is buried down six deep In my America