There is nothing to restore in this latter day republic gone away.
Patchogue as a hive for all peversions and dysfunctions; Mecca of the sick ones.
American Nightmare fills my ears at a volume that causes my ears to vommit blood:
A cold world is one where you think hope’s alive.
Where “friends” aren’t really “friends”, where love CAN’T survive.
A cold world is one where life takes your life, where day after day is a fight after fight.
This-World-Has-Made-Me-Cold, but I know, you’ve got to break your back to hold your ground,
and bones will heal, so I’m standing strong.
IT HURTS.
IT BREAKS.
IT KILLS.
IT TAKES.
WE’LL FIGHT.
WE’LL WIN.
WE WON’T GIVE IN.