Young American

I'm not high
I'm just ready to die
It's not as morbid as it seems
The world's just taken its toll on me

Young American
I'm red with the fire
Of a thousand suns
Young American
Oh lord
Look what they've done

I can't recall a single time
Where I felt anything more than fine
Desensitized, oh my brilliant mind
Taught to hide what I feel inside

Young American
Put down your fists
Cuz you can't win
Young American
They'll fill your head
With their lies

Not good enough
Not good enough as I am
And I can't take it
I keep, I keep on the lights at night

I hope I can find what I lost inside
I sleep all day, cuz I can't stand the pain

Young American
They taught you well
Look how you fell
Young American
You got your wish
No one gives a shit