"America, so good at killing, we do it in school!"

I hear they say; that the enemy of my enemy is my friend,
so when she strolls in with stars in her eyes,
the bruises of past trauma hidden just under her skin,
just behind the blood she now bears on her own hands,
those black leather,
waffle stomping boots,
with gristle and grime,
another victim falling to "revenge",
maybe she forgot what armband she was made to wear...
too bad she's not using them herself,
I cant help it,
I raise my hand high,
Lips quiveringly let slip my tongue so red white and blue,
to lick the heel that stomps bombs right out of me and you

You,

Yeah, you, ya silly goose,
It's always for you, for freedom,
so what if your battered and bruised,
don't resist,
don't be daft,
how dare you let someone tread on you?
Bite the hand that feeds you?
I dare you,
I'll tax that too,
I'll keep feeding you the dream,
one you still have yet to see,
shit they heard about it over the border,
its called the good ol' American...

"M-16 A4 service rifle, maximum effective range, 900m, spreading freedom and good will from a safe, segregated distance, who knew huh?"

Lucky for your peers it only comes free,
with a sworn commitment from you to protect the constitutional freedoms that i can't be bothered with? Afterall,
its for us,
spelt U.S.

We both know I couldnt do it... oh, say...

"America, land of the brave, home of those forever indebted to... me"

supply and demand idiots,
put on a tie,
now you tell me,

how else are you going to buy those rounds you threaten your neighbors with?
how else are you going to arm yourself from me?
little, manipulative old me,
the media,
your leaders,
shit ive hit you with the worlds finest form of xenophobia,
so go ahead, catch a stray, bring your popcorn,
stick it to the reds, how else are you gonna sleep in your bed?

We all let the record on history keep skipping,
it'll always play on repeat, one genocide begets another,
always hard to see whos holding the gun when you don't know who pulled the trigger,
So we pack the vinyl grooves with objectification,
I give you the means of escapism,
i slap a label called capitalism,
you fall into a deep state of narrative dissonance,
the news isn't even true, so what is?
who is?

"Coming up next on the American election- Lady liberty in black and red, presented to you from Hugo Boss- long history with fashion huh?"

"America, so good at killing you won't know it till your dead."

Foreword:
i struggled with this one quite a bit, i constantly see this ebb and flow of misinformation- how quickly we make decisions on positioning ourselves with issues that we cant even begin to comprehend, but when the evidence is sitting in a second grade text book, and your watching someone's human rights get destroyed, how could we possibly continue to sit back and not question things? Im being vague, but the statement needs to be made, i served in the Marines, i know what its like to follow orders. There's always a choice, funny thing is, in a country that's so free were so eager to give up freedom of choice to those want nothing more than to take that away from us. Choose to be educated, choose to be cautious when watching the world unfold before you. Now more than ever our future will be determined by us, our peoples, and our leaders... I'm jjust rambling. Please tear this shit up, help me make the message clear.