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...red light, green light, red light, green light...



The traffic lights are green, but nobody's moving,

We're winning the war, but America is ultimately losing.

Each soldier celebrates and cheers while wearing his camouflaged crown,

Somebody should inform the ignorant that when the light turns yellow that they must slow down.



The United States has been closing their eyes to the "do not enter" and "sorry, we're closed" signs all around them, deciding to break into the innocent enemy's home instead,

Pretending to see peaceful green fields over the horizon while marching over hidden landmines and grass tainted red.

They continue to play this grotesque game while quickly losing support from their fellow allies,

Throwing out the truth and force-feeding their citizens with a splendid serving full of luscious lies.



If all the traffic lights in every city extemporaneously turned red, would someone out there have the courage to continue their journey, or would the world patiently just wait in line?

Will anyone out there be brave enough to come forward, or will the citizens be brainwashed behind the stop sign?

While the rest of society is sitting in silence, we will stand up and let the ears of Earth hear what we have to say,

Green means go my friend, so wipe away the bloodstains and stop living in a shade of gray.



...green light, red light, green light, red light...



The traffic lights are red, but everybody's moving,

Causing chaos on the crowded streets is America's idea of the economy improving.

The world police arrest and eliminate everyone in their path, including actual cops,

Somebody needs to notify the narcissistic that when they get too close to the sun and their wicked wings of wax begin to melt…that they must be prepared to suddenly stop.



This corrupted country has been disregarding the "wrong way" and "no trespassing" signs suffocating their sight, opting to devise a more diabolical and suicidal scheme,

Ignoring the red winged doves falling from the bomb infested sky while the soldiers showcase their satanic shades of green.



They forever participate in this sinful sport while rapidly removing every ounce of competition,

As the tainted troops swiftly devise this devastating demolition, America convinces its calloused citizens that they have accomplished their mindless, monotonous mission.



If all the traffic lights in the world suddenly spontaneously combusted,

would someone attempt to extinguish the fire or would we all just dance in the infernal flame?

Can anyone out there hear the silent sound of surrender, or is everyone still searching for the guiltless scapegoats to blame?

While the politicians persuade their patriotic fans that their plan is prospering, we will form a more legitimate and candid mold out of clay,

Green means go my brother, so leave those bloodstained stop signs in the past and look forward to brighter and more blissful day.



...red light, green light, red light, green light...



...yellow...