I used to believe in the land of the free, Where a man could stand tall, live his own destiny. But the folks at the top keep stacking the deck, And the dream that we built is a runaway wreck. Chorus Oh, the illusion of choice, the sound of a lie, They dress up the truth while the people get by. They promise the stars, but they sell off the land, And the dream slips away like dust in my hand. Verse 2 They keep us distracted, keep us in chains, Fightin’ each other while they count the gains. Left against right, red against blue, But the ones pulling strings aint fightin for you. Bridge Someday the people might rise and demand, A world where the power is back in their hands. But until that day, Ill just sit here and sing, Watchin’ the vultures take everything. Chorus (repeat) Oh, the illusion of choice, the sound of a lie, They dress up the truth while the people get by. They promise the stars, but they sell off the land, And the dream slips away like dust in my hand. Outro Yeah, the dream slips away… like dust in my hand. [outro][Instrumental Interlude][fadeout][end]

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