Who are we?
Who are we?
What are we to be?
What have we to see?
I know who I am.
I know what I am.
I know what I've seen.
Corruption comes in many shapes and forms
Form robbery to lies
There is NO real perfection in the world other than the pictures we see in magazines
But then again, no one and nothing is ever perfect
If there was perfection in the world there would be no wars to be fought
No famines to be brought
No families put out onto the streets
And we would live everyday as a utopian society
So America...
Who are we?