Two hundred thirty-eight years in vain, every gain overshadowed by decades of shame.
All the ethics we let slip away and the atrocities they carried out in the name.
Safeguarding the rights of the few, keep the bottom on the bottom, they exist to die.
They use their power to control you, whatever culture or tradition they destroy.
Though you might feel like victims too, this is our history, our past, and we are accomplices.
This flag and the stark connotation it holds has held back emerging nations of the world.
We kept them in line, murdered who they elect, then just took 'til there nothing left.
A brand new slavery: country and colony.
And they only wanted our help building true democracies free from fear and want, a promise americans died to protect.
Two hundred thirty-eight years of genuine heroes and brave pioneers.
Our unbreakable national character is all but gone, has all but disappeared.
I see your prominence fading, the panic in your eyes.
I wonder where will you turn to when the nations who serve you leave you behind.
It's not too late to change this if you can loosen your hold on the developing nations, on everyone in the world.
We are masters to no one no matter what we think.
They forged their own future while we continue to sink.
Now we all will bear witness to the monument's fall.