Bleach the Dream

Wake up, sweat-soaked,
Pacing through the living room,
I rush out of the door,
I can’t be late again.

Billboards promising property I’ll never own,
Selling me a heaven
Built on pushing crack and memory foam!

World War 3, is it really going to be the end?
Cold War 2, empty promises — we’ll never know.
How does either one
Make America great again?
We shall see…
Bleach the dream!

I don’t get it,
I’d buy it if it made more sense!
If it did, it wouldn’t be what it is,
They’ll put us in a cage.

I DON’T GET IT!
I’d buy it if it made more sense —
I guess it just is what it is.
You greedy fucking pricks!

by Minus The Oppression
Written by Jash and Joe of MTO

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Bleach the Dream