Halcyon days are not a thing
Nostalgia is an excuse for stupidity
I don't believe in golden ages
Or presidents that put kids in cages
America awaits on bended knee
Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains?
Free will is your dilemma (What will the dust remember?)
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
At the end of history?
Utopia is an opiated dream
What we want is an open society
One torn and frayed at the edges
With pages of imperfect changes
And every hallmark of rationality
Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains?
Free will is your dilemma (What will the dust remember?)
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
At the end of history?
At the end of history nobody will be innocent
Of naked crimes against eternity
Now we're in the last second of our December
Tell me how do you want to be remembered?
For generosity or a fucking monstrosity?
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
(At the end of history?)
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
(At the end of history?)
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
(At the end of history?)
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
At the end of history?
Nostalgia is an excuse for stupidity
I don't believe in golden ages
Or presidents that put kids in cages
America awaits on bended knee
Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains?
Free will is your dilemma (What will the dust remember?)
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
At the end of history?
Utopia is an opiated dream
What we want is an open society
One torn and frayed at the edges
With pages of imperfect changes
And every hallmark of rationality
Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains?
Free will is your dilemma (What will the dust remember?)
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
At the end of history?
At the end of history nobody will be innocent
Of naked crimes against eternity
Now we're in the last second of our December
Tell me how do you want to be remembered?
For generosity or a fucking monstrosity?
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
(At the end of history?)
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
(At the end of history?)
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
(At the end of history?)
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be
At the end of history?
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