An American, in American crosshairs,
rights, well I guess they lost theirs,
executive orders coming down,
our forefathers could not foresee
these wrongs in the name of security,
the US constitution’s run aground…

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They’ve got secret machines,
and satellites with laser beams,
and no one’s getting out of here alive,
one assassination under god,
the stars and stripes his calling card,
yeah you can run, there’s sure no place to hide…

Getting scared again, guess that’s just a cross borne free,
but liberty will cost more,
one match and the next amendment’s set ablaze,
an American, target on his back,
bound to the sound of a rifle’s crack,
and all that we’ve believed has been betrayed…

They call it heresy, all based on hearsay,
lies, propaganda and a healthy dose of fear
makes it hard to want to testify on his behalf,
they’ve redesigned the lines of the battlefield,
truth not a stock showing profit yield,
green light the kill shot, damn the aftermath…

Secret machines, philistines with full magazines,
another regime so pristine on your tv screen,
congress convenes, they send in the marines,
and they stifle the screams, it’s the same old routine,
from American dreams comes a nightmarish scene,
and the freedom to be goes head down on the guillotine,
we must intervene, if we don’t come between,
they will never come clean, and this can’t be redeemed.