Much The Same

As the tears welled up in my eyes, something hit me that tore me up inside
Misled, deceived, we all turned out backs on those we should respect and send back home
This is not a game that anyone should play
Blood spills on the ground and all our hands are dripping now
I cant wipe them clean, I somehow feel responsible
In a time of disarray I wrote it off and said this feeling will fade away
But to my dismay, I still feel responsible
I didnt take my duty seriously and now this feeling wont go away
It wont go away
"In time everything will be alright, hes no better than the other guy"
Shame on me! The apathetic American they want me to be
Im a bad clich? that too many of us portray
Blood spills on the gounr and all our hands are dripping now
I wont make the same mistake again
Ill learn to speak my mind
Im never going down without a fight
[ American Idle Lyrics ]