Crime In Stereo - I, Stateside lyrics

If I apologize for the swift and sudden rise
In the recurring themes of love
And God and war will you make amends for the
Way we all pretend
These aren't the things we think about
When we can't think about our jobs anymore?

I'm so sick of this fate
I felt compelled to create
I left it for you
Waiting in the nylon space of record crates
To ease the pain from the
Soft features of your face
So you can put your windows down and
Impose your musical tastes upon
This immense landscape
I think I'm starting to relate
To these troubled states
God, please, save these troubled states

And I can't set aside
All the condescending lies
They're making us believe about state
And faith and law
Paint every dark-skinned man a criminal and
Every White Christian forgivable
We're choosing sides, a soldier's life
In the new culture war

I'm so sick of this fate
I felt compelled to create
I left it for you
Draped in a jewel case outside your place
For heaven's sake, if the long knives of the
Night keep you awake
I think we share the collective
Fate of these troubled states

God, please, save these troubled states

So we're all going to hell
But with one hell of a plan
Presented in folded flags
Embedded in foreign sand
Written upon the dead skin of
A dried-up land it began:
"We'll fix the fat and
The ugly with incisions
We'll stash the gay and liberal
Up in New England
We'll keep the black and poor either in or
Under the constant threat of prison
And they'll all feel blessed just for
Being a part of the vision"