American Condition

Dust moves slowly

When nothing's in sync

Numb to reaction

Fulfilled by distraction

Repeating the pattern

Forgetting what matters

Defined by the weakness

Of the American Condition

Plagued by uncertainty (Plagued by)

Riddled for common sense (Riddled)

Take my corrupted soul (Take my)

And let it slip

Just let it slip

Forgetting how

To use it

Willful amnesia

Fixed on media

Tarnished opinions

Impoverished the spirit

Obedient silence

Feeds the mindless

That's met with resistance

Reimagining the hope for a nation

Plagued by authority (Plagued by)

That never has a name (Never)

Divisions set the rule (Divide)

To face different patterns inside what we see

And live for the madness and never seem to ask why

Why can't we ask why?

Decide not to care when the world is burning

And face your complacency left in the urgency

To not decide

To stand for something

No room for clarity (No room)

In the Divided States (Divided)

Just give me something real (Give Me)

So I can feel Something

Something

Something

Anything