USA

(Verse 1)
In the realm of shattered dreams, where shadows betray, A nation bathed in falsehood, a relentless decay, From the cries of revolution to the shackles of despair, To the haunting echoes of the Civil War, a legacy too much to bear.

(Chorus)
USA, a canvas smeared with treachery, From battles fought to the torment of trickery, Arms of deceitful freedom, a masquerade to repent, In the soil where the seeds of enslavement are fervently sent.

(Verse 2)
World War I's summons, a nation stands in despair, In the grip of the Great Depression, resilience turned to air, World War II, a global struggle for the oppressed, Yet shadows of deceit linger, a stain on the oppressed.

(Pre-Chorus)
In the pursuit of an illusion, a grim saga unwinds, With fleeting triumphs and tales of shattered minds, The export of false ideals, a worldwide charade, With unknown consequences, casting shadows of sorrow and shame.

(Chorus)
USA, a canvas smeared with treachery, From battles fought to the torment of trickery, Arms of deceitful freedom, a masquerade to repent, In the soil where the seeds of enslavement are fervently sent.

(Bridge)
Democracy's export, a with guns in their hands, In the Cold War's dance, a symphony of dismay, A nation's ideals, both noble and scarred, In the pursuit of order, chaos leaves hearts forever charred.

(Verse 3)
Vietnam's jungles, a war divisive and unkind, Protests at home, questioning the motives behind, Desert Storm's swift strike, a tale of oil, Yet the lingering shadows after, a toll that takes its toll.

(Pre-Chorus)
In the pursuit of an illusion, a grim saga unwinds, With fleeting triumphs and tales of shattered minds, The export of false ideals, a worldwide charade, With unknown consequences, casting shadows of sorrow and shame.

(Chorus)
USA, a canvas smeared with treachery, From battles fought to the torment of trickery, Arms of deceitful freedom, a masquerade to repent, In the soil where the seeds of enslavement are fervently sent.

(Outro)
In the theatre of stars and stripes, a nation's gloom, A country evolving, drowning in its own doom, With each chapter written in history's mournful tome, The USA, a place where illusions find a desolate home.

(Chorus)
A land embraced, with the touch of a tragic history, Landscapes woven with the grip of agonizing memories, From ancient templates to the struggles' strife, A dissonant melody played on the strings of a sorrowful life.

(Outro)
In the twilight's glow, where the past today does meet, the homeless suffer, claiming roads so bleak, In this tortured nation's rhythmic beast, No truth, no hope, just emptiness they greet.