Catharsis has found me in my American soul
All sorts of madness over me rolls
Anger and love, and rage and then peace
All slide together like butter in grease
Snapping and popping all through my head
Frying my senses like a thin piece of bread
So many so poor, so many so weak
So many voices who know they can't speak
So many so rich, so many so blessed
Loud voices speaking, yet failing the test
Oh what we've made, this terrible stew
The haves and have nots, all mixed in the brew
Catharsis has found me in my American soul
What is our purpose, what is our goal?
If we keep going, like we now go
Hell will be weird, all covered in snow
Cause up will be down and day will be night
Wise men made fools and fools proven right
Oh, this catharsis, this American dream
Always and never coming apart at the seams
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