Something's rotten in the land of free, i don't know
What has becomed of the: Gold and apple trees,
Where is the light you promised us' Something's

Sour in the home of the brave, where the wise men
Speaks of the infernal system that upholds the law.


Building a fence , hiding their bleeding soil.
March for revenge, Against the governments...
Coil. Lies: Buisnessmen's trade mark. Laughs,

Cause you don't need me at all.

Using their powers to lead us to listen,

The biggest deception-
The American system!
Minds in progression, Ignored existence,

Building resistance - $#&@ U.S system.
Be like, Think Like, Dress Like, Say Like,
Play Like, They Like, Act Like - %#@!!


Feel the fear: It's coming near: States in pain:
Nations in flames: In a slaved man's soul,

With his heart so old, never thought of freedom
The way it's meant to be. Red, White, Blue.
Like a human Z00. And to you this nightmare's true!


Progressive Intrampment
Something's rotten in the land of the free, my friend

Something's sour in the home of the brave my fiend:
Someday you'll understand why we have written this song!