Repeating history
Rising and falling
History on repeat
Bombs and endless wars
We all must always compete
Fighting to the death
Living to the brink
Fathers holding guns
Mothers burying sons
Daughters focusing on looking good to earn that special ring
Bloody knives
Presidential lies
America, the Great
America, the Free
America has taken hold of me
America, for the wounded and for the history on repeat
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