The fog of war is always there before the start of a war
That man over there he hates me and I hate him
But I don't know why
I'm starting to fall awake
And now I understand
Nothing they say is worth on life
One innocent life
The fog of war has always been there before they started wars
And every war
So I'm standing here with a gun in my hand
Waiting to pull the trigger
My Fellow Americans
We have a four year plan for you
We're starting up a war
Where no one can will
And then will cut the safety nets
Before the show begins
You're on a tightrope
I'm feeling all the angels singing in my head
Now I'm telling all the rebels that soon you will be dead
Marching to the drum, our flag waves high
We're cooking up the victories and feeding you the lie
When the bomb falls from my hand
I'm sorry that it fell on you
Cause you can't kill the spider
Cause spiders kills flies
And if you don't want 911 then forget your rights
And make the right vote
You're on a tightrope
When your living life is life just a lie
Fourth of July
When I give all my heart to you
When I give you my soul
Is it a lie
Is it right
The Fourth of July
When I give myself to you in pieces
Is it a lie
The Fourth of July
Is it all just a lie
When I give myself to you in pieces
When I find a way for what I need to say
I'll say it right away and turn around to no one
And every time i over analyze the smallest whys
I open up my eyes and find I never needed to
I feel me going down
I'm past the point of struggling
And I'll give in, its ok
Cause when I try to fully understand
What life demands and plans
My heart is overran and I hesitate
And give it all away
I'm in love