America: Sentiments From Hell (Gaea's Eclipse: Song Ten)

I. Fever Pitch:

The child's eyes stare up at her face from the album,
Her trembling hands caressing the page,
"Mommy did everything she could my dear."
The innocent dead, three years of age.

Adagio for the poor child of needless pain,
She was all our nightmares come real,
The ending to all our utopian beginnings,
Cut down by the bastards who wouldn't feel.

Chorus:
Fever pitch....help her please.
Fever pitch....her pains ease.
Fever pitch....baby don't leave.
Fever pitch....on this wicked eve.

It never had to be this way, no never,
Dear God Almighty she smiles from the photo still,
Please take her in at the pearly gates,
Receive all the innocent the wicked fucking kill.
(chorus x2)

She was all our nightmares come real....
(fade out)
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II. Amber Waves of Shame: 

"My country tis of thee,
Bullshit and travesty,
Of thee we sing."

America my love, to you what have they done,
The heinous crimes committed under the sun,
Why so eager to play the wicked whore?
To entice and run through victims on other shores?

Chorus:
Amber waves of shame,
Run through all of our veins,
Don't try to hide your head in the sand,
It won't wash the crimson stain off your hand.

I always understood the evil ones,
Were those who wanted to kill our daughters and sons,
I always thought they came from another place,
Not on local news spitting their venom in our face.
(chorus)

You've raised a hell of a generation America dear,
Making the government some false god to fear,
To bad you weren't spending that campaign,
Trying to alleviate our tears and pain.
(chorus)

"Make it stop, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!!!"

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III. Repentance?

I am stripped lying on the floor,
Sackcloth and ashes my only friend,
No prayers of mine seem to open the door,
Perhaps the days of forgiveness are at their end.

Repentance is a funny word,
When one reaps what is justified,
Get down and pray to your green lord,
Until death and misfortune rapes your pride.

You've had your big shot sons of liberty,
And I would that your repentance is true,
For if you still take pleasure in your iniquity,
America the beautiful is fucking through.....

"From sea to shining sea."