Wake Up. The Nightmare.

And she lays, quietly, eyes shut.
Showing scenes of little kids & well-off adults,
Living carelessly, with no problems, no remorse.
No danger, no terrorism, only cheerful smiles.

And she lays, quietly, eyes shut, with a grin.
Displaying to her children all they can have...

Fast cars, big houses, shiny jewels, expensive clothes
And everything is beautiful. No one cries, no one wines, there are no thieves, no one bleeds.

And she lays, quietly, eyes shut, the grin fades, starting to toss & turn.
Someone is trying to awake her from her slumber.

Because they are awake, with nothing of their own, someone else's fortune they make.
Growing weary of the fact that she may stay asleep, while they lie around in wait.

And she lays, quietly, tossing & turning with alarm sirens sounding.
Cops whiz by to imprison & beat innocent men & women, they're taking such a pounding.

Wars for oil to power the fast cars...
Clothes made by children, beaten badly, leaving scars.

Rocks extracted from Mother Earth, stained with blood.
Rundown homes stand in poverty stricken neighborhoods.

People are sad.

And she lays, quietly, with the tossing & turning, alarm sirens shake her,
the noise is starting to wake her.

They're forced to live a nightmare, all the while believing her dream.
Playing a game made by the few to control the many, oh what a scheme.

Addicted to pills, working for minimum wage, to pay off their bills.
With routine lives, they seem so robotic.

But she just hits the snooze and again she lays quiet.
Because with all of the fussing, the tension & after all of the riot...
She knows what to do to keep them all silent.

Entertain & amaze! This is what the cash king does to maintain its regime,
And keep people chasing after her American Dream.

Wake up from the Nightmare.