Head hanging in ignominy, shoulders slumped with tragedy
A flagless patriot lacking color coated commodities
And you talk about moral, like some ribbon lifts dead spirits
It's time to change the course because the current lacks coherence
I wish that I was home
I wonder if she still loves me
I'm starting to lose my soul
I've been tumbled to my knees
Magnify the temperament to peak all of the charts
Water down the means until the sum of our parts
Are scattered with the wind and squabble the importance
Of decisions that make or break which are actually impotent
I wish that I was home
I wonder if she still loves me
I am starting to lose my soul
I've been tumbled to me knees
I can't wait 'til it's done
Nothing will stop our objective
Peripherals showing innocence
No sentiment to foreign losses
A production of business; a growth of economy
Giving birth to bitter enemies
We should all be ashamed
To be so proud of this end