Captain America, where are you now? 

Minuteman, please show me how 

To wash this blood from my hands, make it go away 

The evils of my forefathers pale to those today 

Sins of gods run through the head, a second genesis 

Some have called it ignorance, others have called it bliss 

I've done my time, liberate me 

I have done my penance, inebriate me 

The truth of it all 

The truth of it all 

Inebriate me 

Inebriate me