The Great American Dream Machine - Burnt By The Sun

It… dies… and so it goes

We went and we tried

They walked away

All our glory and ideals rejected whole

What is it worth

To us for you to change?

What is the cost

Just your identity

This maybe the last time

We come up this far

So you should partake

Of what we hold

Our grand machine

Reduced to earth

Our grand machine

Reduced to dust

Both men went their separate ways

And never looked back

Our grand machine

Reduced to dust

It… dies… once again