Anti American

The dead and decaying were everywhere

just a bit of blood stuck in my hair

all these guns and things were thrown about

as I'm howling at the moon aloud

I shot them dead with my gun under the light of the mid day sun

some people would call me a beast

Thank your government for hipocrisy ensued

thank your politicans for things they'll never do

all this violence and this bombardment of hate

can I stop this demon that I helped create

So what would you do if your son shot at columbine

if your boy was molested by a priest

these questions keey haunting me in side of my brain

so why can't we go out all the way

So why do you think I am evil and why do you think I'm wrong

This world is a mess of insecurities with hypocrites all along the path

So why do you blame me?