They told us it was golden, paved roads and open doors,
But we're working through the midnight just to barely make it more.
Promises of freedom, like stars we can't reach,
A dream they keep on selling, while the rich give their speech.
Where's the American Dream they put in our hands?
Just smoke and mirrors over broken lands.
We're waking up to find it's not what it seems,
Empty words and faded scenes, there is no American Dream.