White America! Little Eric looks just like this Erica loves my shit I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get I could be one of your kids I Could be one of your kids I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel

Look who's laughing now that you've wasted How many years and you've barely even tasted Anything remotely close to Everything you've boasted about Look who's crying now Hermit crabs and cowry shells Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you He's

How many walls can you put up? How many guns 'til you feel safe? How many times can we watch this story over, and over, and over again? There's something to change We have waited over, and over, and over again How many years have we wasted counting the

Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears I shall not fear no man but God Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears

Too many broken promises Too many Trail of Tears Too many times you were left cold For oh so many years Too many times you walked away And was made to feel ashamed And though you only tried to give You were often blamed How can this world be so dark

Goodbye my friend Where do we go from here I wish you well my friend How did it end inside this living hell we’re in Why did it end A lesson, I give you all I had to give you Wasted so many years of innocence You burned the bridges, severed the ties

I'm gonna fall on my knees, I'm gonna raise up my right hand How Many More Years, have I got to let you dog me around How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around I'd soon rather be dead, sleeping six feet in the ground Say I'd feel much

Suffering overdue So many years In the end, We find what's true There's something sick inside these walls Your loss of mind has come and called

Is this your salvation? Is this all you can give? I will not stand in reflection Of someone else's dream How many years have we waited For a ship that never set sail? How many days have we wasted Chasing a love that was not our own? For a ship that

When the calm is setting in We'll watch it swiftly disappear Too many years of silence Soon he's bound to reappear On the eve of their doom They are baptized In the unholy waters of Bodom With no hint of the torture awaiting To greet them at the break of