The American Dream Is Dead

The sleepless nights are killing me and I'm haunted in my sleep. I keep reliving old memories. You can wake the dead but please don't wake me. Let's get fucked up quit cause' I can't take another second of this shit. Show me a way out or show me my next fix. Cause' I can't see the road ahead of me and these blood shot eyes are my worst enemy and I can't find a fucking remedy and will you ever be alone again? No, I will never be alone again

It's not enough to sing about the greatest traditions you left out. With a bottle in hand, we'll sing on and on again. Tell me I'm not the only one here who's feeling so fucked up over this