one One the died

were singing love yellow love; 

won those finger in in love,

and and famished on like gross

glassy glass the fallen fallen

broken glass broken glass

Flushed temperately and showing

the broken empire made of fate

america america america;

sluggish and fattened

we are all the blame

soft hair and and the tips

of the shattered glass

a little game to the forgotten dream

that dream long lost long lost;

Bloomed blue in lips

death love. lovely death...america america

strife; our cheeks touch and touch

a harpstring plucked in our soul the meaning

wants to be known the meaning wants...

america america america 

famine of our thoughts a great drying

of culture we are the forgotten dream

the self fullfilling dawn of a new age

america america america...

fallen fallen empire