State of the Union

The nation is sick That's all there is to it I could talk for a fifty more years about what's wrong But talk has lead to -this- This, This is rubbish So caught up in you, Yet you fail to take a deeper look What lies beneath our skulls, What bleeds when we cut our skin, I don't care about your excuses I just want results The nation is ill It drowns in insecurities and disillusionment The pills it takes are not enough They just work to mask a hidden meaning Don't cry to me about your pain If you don't want to be burned Stay out the fire You are no god You will be burned