Dead presidents
Bleeding America blue
Dear presidents
Shocking you with stun guns on the seven o clock news
Your right hand man is sharpening his knives
Side by side
One by one
Standing in line to die
It s the pixilated face of your fear
Is he living next door?
Or is he near?
So just do whatever it takes to sedate yourself between commercial breaks
because the psychotic hype has arrived
No one s getting out alive