With my hand to my heart, I begin to pray
To the Holy Flag to provide the obsession
Who is it, my Lord, shall I hate today?
Who is the devil to focus my aggression?
We.
Are.
Okay.
Leo’s treetops come on the radar
Chop chop chop down comes the shooting star
We are all in bed laying on the hot tar
Burning- you can see it from afar
Come find us all at our American bazaar
We.
Are.
Okay.
Identify yourself by your enemy
If you don’t have one find one
Fan that flame and ignore the remedy
Meditate on that, son
We.
Are.
Free.
Isn’t this invigorating?
Isn’t this so stimulating?
Isn’t this illuminating?
Isn’t this so liberating?
I.
Am.
Exhausted.