Songtexte: Undefined. American Dream.

Well I'm here but no one's there
A blank reaction, a symphonic static stare
Nothing left but black and white
An overplayed undone stereotype

Making friends, making enemies
Playing out our overacted tragedies
Whose plug will we pull?
Who will be left alive?
Who'll be left standing?
Who'll be cast aside?
Could we even make a difference if we tried?

Shattered glass, a silent scream
Witness the death of the American dream
There's no more heroes, there's only lies
We go through life and live but never feel alive

Here we stand at our destiny
As we embrace our destructive misery
Is there anything left to believe in now?
Does our future now lie six feet under ground?
Did we ever have a future anyhow?