Survivalism

I should have listened to her

So hard to keep control

We kept on eating but

Our bloated belly's still not full

She gave us all she had but

We went and took some more

Can't seem to shut her legs

Our mother nature is a whore

I got my propaganda

I got revisionism

I got my violence

In hi-def ultra-realism

All a part of this great nation

I got my fist

I got my plan

I got survivalism

Hypnotic sound of sirens

Echoing through the street

The cocking of the rifles

The marching of the feet

You see your world on fire

Don't try to act surprised

We did just what you told us

Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies

I got my propaganda

I got revisionism

I got my violence

In hi-def ultra-realism

All a part of this great nation

I got my fist

I got my plan

I got survivalism

All bruised and broken, bleeding

She asked to take my hand

I turned, just keep on walking

But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance

I'm sure you'll understand

I got my propaganda

I got revisionism

I got my violence

In hi-def ultra-realism

All a part of this great nation

I got my fist

I got my plan

I got survivalism