RIOTNINE - Of americana
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Spires of cathedrals
Reaching towards the heavens
To justify the dead
To justify the dead
Placed atop the sanctuary
Bears a cross made from coins
Moralized corruption
Holy is the bloodshed
The pockets of the rulers
Are bought and sold with plastic Christ
Moralized corruption
A dollar for your soul
War feeds the oil
Oil feeds the war
The cycle of destruction
Causes oceans to ignite
Industrial killing of children, their bloodlines decayed
The scars of an empire are left upon Mother Earth’s face
Industrial killing of animals to fill our plates
The scars of an empire are left upon Mother Earth’s face
Which one will fade away first?
The kingdoms we built or the planet that’s killed in their wake?
Which one will we save first?
The last tree of fruit or the dollars that we gain?
Which one will fade away first?
The kingdoms we built or the planet that’s killed in their wake?
Which one will we save first?
The last tree of fruit or the dollars that we gain?
This is the last song
I will ever sing
That makes me feel too hurt
To act on anything
This is the last time
I scream out in pain
We’ll fight for better days
They didn’t die in vain
I'm not sure if it’s the medicine or the smoke in the air
Or if it’s just anxiety, dysphoria, and despair
But i can’t keep my stomach down, nor tears from seepin’ out
Apocalyptic heartache, my city’s burning down
I can’t tell if it’s the bullet holes in classroom doors
Or if it’s just a generation raised on televised war
And they say rise up your rifles, make brothers enemies
And surrender to the machine
We cut old growth forests for military police
And lock up the protestors in the land of the free
While the church funds a genocide in the middle east
God bless the glory of the oil regime
I'm not sure if it’s the hopelessness or lack of means to live
Or if we’ve just been taught there’s nothing left to give
But we can’t keep our weapons down, nor fingers pointing out
We either band together or watch each other drown
Reaching towards the heavens
To justify the dead
To justify the dead
Placed atop the sanctuary
Bears a cross made from coins
Moralized corruption
Holy is the bloodshed
The pockets of the rulers
Are bought and sold with plastic Christ
Moralized corruption
A dollar for your soul
War feeds the oil
Oil feeds the war
The cycle of destruction
Causes oceans to ignite
Industrial killing of children, their bloodlines decayed
The scars of an empire are left upon Mother Earth’s face
Industrial killing of animals to fill our plates
The scars of an empire are left upon Mother Earth’s face
Which one will fade away first?
The kingdoms we built or the planet that’s killed in their wake?
Which one will we save first?
The last tree of fruit or the dollars that we gain?
Which one will fade away first?
The kingdoms we built or the planet that’s killed in their wake?
Which one will we save first?
The last tree of fruit or the dollars that we gain?
This is the last song
I will ever sing
That makes me feel too hurt
To act on anything
This is the last time
I scream out in pain
We’ll fight for better days
They didn’t die in vain
I'm not sure if it’s the medicine or the smoke in the air
Or if it’s just anxiety, dysphoria, and despair
But i can’t keep my stomach down, nor tears from seepin’ out
Apocalyptic heartache, my city’s burning down
I can’t tell if it’s the bullet holes in classroom doors
Or if it’s just a generation raised on televised war
And they say rise up your rifles, make brothers enemies
And surrender to the machine
We cut old growth forests for military police
And lock up the protestors in the land of the free
While the church funds a genocide in the middle east
God bless the glory of the oil regime
I'm not sure if it’s the hopelessness or lack of means to live
Or if we’ve just been taught there’s nothing left to give
But we can’t keep our weapons down, nor fingers pointing out
We either band together or watch each other drown
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Song Description:
edit soundcloud"Of Americana" by RIOTNINE is a powerful and poignant song that delves into themes of corruption, war, environmental destruction, and societal unrest in America. The lyrics paint a grim picture of a society fueled by greed, violence, and exploitation. The imagery of cathedrals reaching towards the heavens, crosses made from coins, and rulers buying and selling with "plastic Christ" all serve to highlight the moral decay and hypocrisy that pervades society.
The song also addresses the cycle of destruction caused by war and the devastating impact it has on both human lives and the environment. The industrial killing of children and animals, as well as the scars left upon Mother Earth's face, serve as a stark reminder of the consequences of unchecked greed and power.
The chorus questions what will fade away first - the kingdoms built by man or the planet that is being destroyed in their wake. It calls for action and change, urging listeners to fight for a better future and not let the sacrifices made be in vain.
As the song progresses, the singer expresses feelings of anxiety, despair, and hopelessness, questioning the state of society and the lack of means to create meaningful change. The lyrics also touch on the role of religion, politics, and societal norms in perpetuating injustice and violence.
Ultimately, "Of Americana" is a call to arms, a plea for unity and action in the face of overwhelming challenges. It is a raw and emotional exploration of the darker aspects of American society, challenging listeners to confront uncomfortable truths and work towards a better future.
The song also addresses the cycle of destruction caused by war and the devastating impact it has on both human lives and the environment. The industrial killing of children and animals, as well as the scars left upon Mother Earth's face, serve as a stark reminder of the consequences of unchecked greed and power.
The chorus questions what will fade away first - the kingdoms built by man or the planet that is being destroyed in their wake. It calls for action and change, urging listeners to fight for a better future and not let the sacrifices made be in vain.
As the song progresses, the singer expresses feelings of anxiety, despair, and hopelessness, questioning the state of society and the lack of means to create meaningful change. The lyrics also touch on the role of religion, politics, and societal norms in perpetuating injustice and violence.
Ultimately, "Of Americana" is a call to arms, a plea for unity and action in the face of overwhelming challenges. It is a raw and emotional exploration of the darker aspects of American society, challenging listeners to confront uncomfortable truths and work towards a better future.
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