Uma nação sob a mira One nation under the gun Onde visões futurísticas são evitadas Where forward thinking is shunned Uma tradição mórbida A morbid tradition of archaic value systems De sistemas de valores arcaicos Where violence justified Onde a violência justificada Is just another pride É somente outro orgulho Mentiras sob a superfície Um império de plástico sagrado Com cercas de ouro guardado Quando o infortúnio Abriga decisões Uma dor forjada a partir de sangue fluindo verde O mito de proteção É uma fascinação doentia Cultura de violência é o que você está alimentando O medo é uma herança E o ódio é contagioso Uma nação de sádicos é o que você está originando Está em todo lugar Está em todo lugar que você olha Mas quem decide Se você ver ou dar a outra cara E somente em sua mente É seu direito concebido ser armado até os dentes É uma infecção comum A única imunidade é desarmar Esta doença imperial plástica
One nation under the gun Where forward thinking is shunned
Under the surface lies a holy plastic empire With guarded golden fences Where misfortune shelters decisions A pain wrought from blood flowing green
Under the surface lies a holy plastic empire With guarded golden fences
The myth of protection is a sick fascination A culture of violence is what you are feeding Fear is an heirloom and hate is contagious A nation of sadists is what you are breeding
It's everywhere Everywhere that you see But who decides If you watch or turn the other cheek?
Everywhere It's everywhere that you see But who decides If you watch or turn the other cheek?
And only in your mind Is it your given right to be armed to the teeth It's a common disease The only immunity is to disarm Where violence justified Is just another pride
The myth of protection is a sick fascination A culture of violence is what you are feeding Fear is an heirloom and hate is contagious A nation of sadists is what you are breeding
It's everywhere Everywhere that you see But who decides If you watch or turn the other cheek?
Everywhere It's everywhere that you see But who decides If you watch or turn the other cheek?
This holy plastic empire disease
One nation under the gun Where forward thinking is shunned A morbid tradition of archaic value systems Where violence justified Is just another pride One nation under the gun
Under the surface lies a holy plastic empire With guarded golden fences Where misfortune shelters decisions The myth of protection is a sick fascination It's a common disease The only immunity is to disarm A nation of sadists is what you are breeding