Angry at something

They told us
It's either sink or swim
Tonight we die--except
I don't want to fucking sink
I don't want to fucking swim
Every lie they're ever told you is based on those whims
That you are superior that the
UnitedfuckingStates is made of gold
It's a little fucking old
And I think
To sink
You need to lose
But to swim
Is not to win if you can fly
So if swimming is lying and we're dying for winning
What's the beginning of this
Power-lusting untrusting government thrusting guns on little boys
Like toys?
What's the start of the matter at hand?
Is it land?
I've spanned land not our own, what is
Oil to me?
[Why does it all matter so much]
Everything is rotten, we touch--
These words seem a little much they might
Shout at you and I don't care, [you] scream at me
Sink or swim
Sink or swim
Saying the chant to the tune of a hymn
And I'm going down singing I won't
Fucking sink
I won't fucking swim
Either way I lose and I'm not sure who wins
[Someone always wins]