from sea to shining sea i saw my father's blood staining my hands red to compliment the breathless blue we throw to the sky blood so red i cannot wash it from my fucking hands you made me hate what i am senselessly you took what they had and wrote them out of a book stained in blood foundation of expansion but what happens to the children (passing through pages of national heroes, our pride, why is their pride, why is their glory for stories of massacres made by a man with blood on his hands) what happened to the children when their parents did not return
your love is selfishness it is your happiness you take put your hand over your heart it needs its warmth we're all so fucking cold inside
from sea to shining sea, i saw my father's blood staining my hands red to the compliments the thought of death never crossed your mind as you took their lives away, you take their lives.