Visc. - Daughter of America Lyrics

She was loved when she crawled out the womb
To see the facade isn't easy to do
She watches them pray to the fountain of youth
They're liars, but they do it so well
Every word is a part of an intricate spell
Lie so well that it seems as though they've lied to themselves
But I am a fortunate one
Still I lie, lie, lie
Angry daughters and irrelevant sons
Always cry, cry, cry
She was loved when she learned how to speak
All attempts at deflection are hapless and weak
The odds of avoiding a struggle is bleak
So fire, let profanities flow
Where it leads you can guess - there's only one way to know
Keep on yelling and just see where the argument goes
But I am a fortunate one
Still I lie, lie, lie
Angry daughters and irrelevant sons
Always cry, cry, cry
I am a fortunate one
I march to the beat of the sound of a gun
I am a fortunate one
I scream with the force of a million and one
I am a fortunate one
I march to the beat of the sound of a gun
I am a fortunate one
I scream with the force of a million and one