Hell Praiser

I want to see the powerless rise
 and burn everything you have
 I want the black seas to rise and devour the warships
 until they're floating through corpses
 I want the blackest of clouds to infect all the drones
 until the missiles rain down on your homes
 Welcome to America
 More wealth per capita
 Welcome to Amerca
 More wealth per capita
 Oh my god - your generation had it all
 Oh my god - my generation will make you fall
 Make you fall
 We're all dead
 You feel me?
 We're all dead
 We're all dead and we'll be remembered by the way that we lived
 So what do you got to show for yourself
 what do you got?
 First they all ignore you
 Then they all will laugh
 Then they let them fight you
 Then you take it back
 Because of you we're all dead
 We're all dead
 And we'll plant the seeds that kill the roots where you live
 Gold is silent just like the territory you fight for
 Silence kills us but you know that they want more
 Look good and fear no war
 Welcome to America
 More wealth per capita
 Welcome to Amerca
 More wealth per capita
 No death is good enough.