your american dream
is not what it seems
and the fabric of lies
is tearing from it's seams

this suburban cemetary
hides the bones of the free
but you are chained from the neck
yet still you believe

the truth is spoken
spread wide open
the truce is broken
eyes forced wide open

don't get caught in
the trappings of modern life
so you won't fall under
the searing rip-tide

you can't climb the seats of power
idle you will die
forever waiting for your hour

the truth is spoken
spread wide open
the truce is broken
eyes forced wide open

i see you coming
but we're not running
the day is dawning
solomon's temple falling