- i. American Son-

American son...

...you are the life of this nation in blood...
...you are our future, but look what you've done...

...you've learned to take it while down on your knees;
you accept that your prospects are bleak...
...you settle for the flavor of the week...

...you take you pills and drink until you're gone even though you're not 21;
you're loud, obscene and think you're invincible, but you ain't see nothing, yet...

You stare blankly at the night and watch your light go down inflames, but you don't know how to feel...

...you tell yourself that nothing is real;
you tell yourself that it doesn't matter;
you tell yourself you are weak to the construction:

These are lies, lies lies on the ground!

...you are the life of this nation now begun;
you are the waterfall of blood.

American son,

This is your mother and your father, and we love you. We pray for your safety everyday: are you cold? Are you feeling well? Can you fend for yourself in a world that's unforgiving?

We are old, and our time is nearly come; we would love to hear from you again.

Love your mother and father,
love your mother and father.

Love,

Your Mother and Father.

-ii. The Deathly March of Time -

-iii. (Life is Heavy) -

Spring to summer, with autumn around the corner. Winter winds sting just like anything good; birds drop like flies in your neighborhood.

Like standing live, cold, naked out in the rain, it's always the same....

(Life is heavy. So, come to it? You know that we're born in the dirt; life is moving: not inert. So, come to it with me, baby.)

Life is taking a swim when it's just below freezing while burning in the heat of the mid summer sun. It doesn't make sense, Lord, it doesn't make sense at all...so come to it!

Whether it's past, present or future, it's always the same...

Life is Heavy!

- (Deathly March breaks down into...) -

- iv. Alfomega (a prelude) -

- (Deathly March gives way to ...) -

-v. reConstruction-