We call ourselves humans, when yet we are monters.
We say we are beautiful, when inside we are ugly.
We tell the world not to judge, when that's all we do.
We hate each other, when we are the same.
We are slaves to the demons inside. They cause the commotion.
We can't always blame it on them though, for we give them the power to control.
We let them form us into these monsters, and we say it's all alright.
When our country is dying, hearts crying.
Welcome to American, land of the free, home of the brave.
We say this is all okay, when our little country is wasting away. When the humans we were, are all transformed. It creates one big storm.
We are in war, just not on land. Fighting the demons giving demands. War isn't always on earth, sometimes it's in our minds. We are all of the same kind.
We were once humans here. Now we are demons that are inside.
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Please no hate, don't comment if you're going to just say something about America. I don't want to hear it.
