American Idle - Much The Same

American Idle

As the tears welled up in my eyes, something hit me that tore me up inside

Misled, deceived, we all turned our backs on those we should respect and send

back home

This is not a game that anyone should play

Blood spills on the ground and all our hands are dripping now

I can’t wipe them clean, I somehow feel responsible

In a time of disarray I wrote it off and said this feeling will fade away

But to my dismay, I still feel responsible

I didn’t take my duty seriously and now this feeling won’t go away

It won’t go away

«In time everything will be alright, he’s no better than the other guy»

Shame on me!

The apathetic American they want me to be

I’m a bad cliche that too many of us portray

Blood spills on the ground and all our hands are dripping now

I can’t wipe them clean, I somehow feel responsible

In a time of disarray I wrote it off and said this feeling will fade away

But to my dismay, I still feel responsible

I didn’t take my duty seriously and now this feeling won’t go away

It won’t go away

I won’t make the same mistake again

I’ll learn to speak my mind

I’m never going down without a fight

I can’t wipe them clean, I somehow feel responsible

In a time of disarray I wrote it off and said this feeling will fade away

But to my dismay, I still feel responsible

I didn’t take my duty seriously and now this feeling won’t go away

No this feeling won’t go away

No this feeling won’t go away, it won’t go away

Much the Same

Picking Up The Shattered Pieces

Survive (2006)

bbeh!