There's no shame in living in the red.nI'm not going to wait until it's overhead.nThere's no such thing as a fair wagenand it's better to owe something to yourself than to own anything, anyday.nnBut when we think we're owed an explanationnas to how we arrived at this destination.nDestiny and nation, neach has nothing to do with the other's definition.nnThey treat us like the new kid in a school,nlike our mantra's do you dare me to be cool?nnBut dare I say that it's okay,nor at least that it will be?nIf it makes it easy, when you're feeling all alone,nyou're feeling all alone with me.nnDon't you see?nnBut oh, what fortune we were too young to remembernwhen first the umbilical cord was severed.nThere are those of us not yet over that daynand that affliction is called nationalism. Think about it this way:nnYou can scream out fuck the poor! and God hates fags!nor you can go into a street and burn a flag,nbut only one of these is a crime.nTell me who in his right mind really thinks that it's alrightnnto put a place before it's people?nWell, I guess that that's one form of sodomy that's never been illegal.nnAnd if it's killing you, it kills me, too.nBut somehow it's alright.nDid you get the invite? You're invited cordiallynto feeling alone with me.nnBecause there's a bell with a crack in it ringing to deafened ears.nThere's a W standing for wrong for four more years,nbut he believes in a Jesus and that's all some people can hearnnot the backwards grind of the gears.nnBut when they've made me feel like I'm all by myself,nit helps to just feel helpless with somebody else,nwhere I can let my heart bleed all over my sleeve.nI want to see change in my lifetime, is that so naive?nI want to see the old ways burn, is that so wrong of me?nI want to see an end to this New American Century.nI want to know that everyone feels alone like me.