American Gaullist Lyrics

American Gaullist trapped in a bubble

Tryna pull himself out the rubble

Can't find the "I" or the "why" in collectivism

Push and push and push has always been the mission

Broken man crying out in the night time

Wondering "when the fuck is it my time?"

Visions and promises of a life of splendor

Don't you feel a little bit misled?

It's quiet in the street

We all have gone to sleep

The waters getting high

Theres no will left to fight

And it wont go away!

The pounding in your brain

Another endless day

Another dept to pay

Did you really think that you'd win the rat race?

Do you miss all of the things that you displaced?

The dream cannot be dead if it never existed

It's arrogance that you call will

It's not what they have it's what they steal!

It's not what you're told it's how you feel!

It's not what you've been it's what you make!

It's not who you are it's what you hate!

It's quiet in the street

We all have gone to sleep

The waters getting high

There's no dark without light