We see each other through different eyes,
Segregating ourselves by class and size,
It's me against you in everything that they do,
This planet's become one big spinning disaster.
If you don't like where we're going,
Then you won't like what's coming next.
What will we look like
In a post-American world?
Why cower to all those,
Who oppose the American world?
When you walk away from that which makes you strong,
You only fool yourself; you only weaken your cause,
There's creeping hate if you resist the false narrative
Crushing all the dissenters who still think for themselves.
If you don't like where we're going,
Then you won't like what's coming next.
What will we look like
In a post-American world?
Why cower to all those,
Who oppose the American world?