Alternative electronic, Slow tempo, dark, swagger, tough, anthem, anthemic, intense, tension, suspense, trailer, cinematic, electro, gritty, Male vocals, synth, bass, beats, percussion, hand claps, piano
There's a ghost in the machine A three ring circus act There's no turning back The joker's running wild We don't believe in the words bought off the rack I would swear to that I hear my mother say The sins of our father, whiskey, and Sinatra Yeah, they are to blame So, let's all raise a glass and toast to the fall Of the American Dream Fall, Fall of the American dream Fall, Fall of the American dream Staring at the sun, you'll never see Pupils tend to dilate The hour's getting late Things begin to escalate, can't breathe There's a lack of oxygen Deprive my lungs again I hear my mother say The sins of our father, whiskey, and Sinatra Yeah, they are to blame So, let's all raise a glass and toast to the fall Of the American Dream Fall, Fall of the American dream Fall, Fall of the American dream We've crawled a long way to nowhere Too afraid to go there And we won't let go We are the dreamers and deceivers Choir of believers And we all know we're One step closer to the ending No use in pretending it's under control So let's all raise a glass and toast to the fall Of the American Dream Fall, Fall of the American dream Fall, Fall of the American dream
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