You're A Bullshit Salesman With A Mouthful Of Samples

This is a place that has no soul

No will to live no where to go

This is a time of much despair

In a world where gold rules all

The fools are quickly first to fall

They think a God will save them all

No, they cannot see the prisons that surround them

No, the problems multiplying and compounding

No, I will not let chains of excess pull me

No, into a pit of fools gold that will hold me

The time to find, we gotta find

The time to find, the state of mind

This is a place that has no soul

No will to live no where to go

This is a time of much despair

I will not get down on my knees

It's the American disease

It's just the way they hold us down

No, they cannot see the prisons that surround them

No, the problems multiplying and compounding

No, I will not let chains of excess pull me

No, into a pit of fools gold that will hold me

The time to find, we gotta find

The time to find, the state of mind

It's inside of me

And all the lies that you sold us

Will never hold us, now we're just fed up

And all the fences built around us

Will never hold up, now we're just fed up

When we met you we were hungry

Yeah, we were starving

Now we're just fed up, we were hungry

Now we're just fed up