Our Nation has a stench
People slam their doors
They sit on hands, on a bench
As the bill of rights is torn
Lies of mass destruction,
Policies of torture that�s sick
Twin towers of construction a
Demolition by the rich
A government new order
Martial law soon to come
Softening of borders
Until many merge as one
It�s happing here at home
It�s happing all around
It�s not about left or right
It�s about liberty and its ground
Our nation has a choice
With eyes open wide
Speak out, one voice
Revolt now, turn the tide.
