Midnight in America

It’s midnight in America, on a hill near Carmel and Pine
Cousin Bobby’s got his Weatherby, field agents in his sight
At a junction box off highway 68, sync tapped, digital break and enter
A cyberpunk uploads a trojan, into the NSA data center

Its Midnight in America, where patriots still roam
Taking back a little bit of that place that they once called their home

Cindy’s stealing VA medicine, just to keep her brother alive
His insurances became unaffordable, with the scheme politicians contrived
Old man Fletcher looks out at his pasturеs, past the BLM no-trespassing signs
And he sighs knowing what’s coming nеxt, when they trigger the claymores he left behind

Its midnight in America, Wolverines on the prowl
Elites took things too far, now it seems there’s only one way out

Sargent Jansen’s smuggling ammo off base, into the Shadow Militia underground
Patrick’s downloading CNC files, milling ghost guns and spreading them around
Tyson tapped an IRS mainframe, three more steps and he’s bitcoin gone
Nancy stand at an Arlington grave, wondering where it all went wrong

Its midnight in America, with no room left to breath
They say you can kill a free man, but you can’t bring him to his knees

Its midnight in America, still the land of the brave
But the chains are heavy, the shackles tight, and we’re one step closer to the grave

Its midnight in America, Wolverines on the prowl
Elites took things too far, now it seems there’s only one way out