I should have listened
to her. So hard to keep
control. We kept on eating
but our bloated belly's
still not full
She gave us all she had
but we went and
took some more
Can't seem to shut
her legs
Our mother nature
is a whore
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this
great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
Hypnotic sound of sirens
echoing through the street
The cocking of the rifles
The marching of the feet
You see your world on fire
Don't try to act surprised
We did just what
you told us
Lost our faith
along the way
And found ourselves
believing your lies
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this
great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
All bruised and broken,
bleeding she asked to
take my hand I
turned, just keep
on walking
But you'd do
the same thing
In the circumstance
I'm sure you'll understand
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this
great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism
I got survivalism