America, America you’ve had such a good run

But the hare can only run for so long until the tortoise catch up

Karma is the tortoise and you can’t see that it’s slowly creeping

How much more wickedness can you do behind the scenes?

Strange things are occurring because prophecy’s being fulfilled

Truth is being discovered now more than ever before

For centuries this land has stood tall like skyscrapers

But soon it will fold and crumble just like paper

It’s falling apart like a house of cards way past its peak

Nothing can possibly save this place from what’ll reap

Times ticking and the clock is just about ready to sound

It’s time to wake up, can’t you see this nation falling down?