American Tyrant
I don't know much
But have much
To say
And I don't think it through
Boney hands held out
For offering
Crushed beneath my boot
It's what I do
No one cares, it just
Goes away
Lies dead behind the truth
Say what you want
That's your liberty
But better think it through
Cause I
Watching you
The rhythm and force
Pushing it back again
Fighting in lines at the mall
These fucking roaches
Want everything
Send them all to the wall
It's what I want
For you
What I want
For you
What I want
Tell them all that
I'm not afraid
And I will be there
Soon
I don't know much
But I'd rather die
Than give anything
To you
Cause I
Own you
American Tyrant
Writer/s: River Trash