DaAmerica

DaAmerica

Is there truth in this place?
Is there reason to begin?
All different paths, all different names
Leading to the same end;
Not for lack of trying
Not for lack of resources
Fill it up, stuff it in
Gulp it down, shoot it up
Fill, fill, fill
Stuff, stuff, stuff,
The more earnest they try
The bigger the vacuum becomes;
Numbness is the cure
It comes in many forms,
This land has more then any
So take some, pass it around
While we all stumble into the ground.