Flags And Concrete

All this twisted steel's got us rusted up inside
Contorted and aborted we are forced to live a lie
We can feel it in our bones
And can see it in our broken homes

Ask me what you want and therefore you shall receive
An army of assassins and a handful of beans
I'll tell you what we need
Is a flag and some more concrete

So who's gonna take the wheel
This isn't the way we're supposed to feel
First world lost
It's time that we pay the cost

The smoke is so thick that i can barely suck it in
But this is what it's like living on this side of dim
Silent devils in our dreams
But somehow we feel their screams

Feel the scorching million grains of the white desert sand
Scoop it all up and let it fall from your hand
There's some meaning here but i'm not sure you'll understand
What i'm saying
And i'm pleading
We're all slowly dying from ourselves

So who's gonna take the wheel?
This isn't the way we're supposed to feel
First world lost
It's time that we pay the cost

So who of us still can see?
This isn't the way it's supposed to be
Drink it down
It's time we got out of town