The Discomfort of America

I hear America's discomfort

From all the Undertaking

All the complications

You hear them crying and yelling

cant you tell from the look in our eyes?

We're going nowhere

We Live our lives like we're ready to die

We're going nowhere

We can never escape o

Over and over

will we ever see the end?

Of the discomfort in America

We're stuck in the middle of this situation

Till the End

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