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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Esperance
Guitar
Jacoby Shaddix
Vocals
Jerry Horton
Guitar
Tobin Esperance
Bass
Tony Palermo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Furlong
Composer
Nicholas Furlong
Songwriter
Anthony Esperance
Songwriter
Jacoby Shaddix
Songwriter
Nick Long
Composer
Tobin Esperance
Composer
Colin Brittain
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Brittain
Producer
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Nicholas Furlong
Producer
Lyrics
It feels like American dreams caught on fire
We're tearing down the white picket fences
A soldier bleeds and a soldier dies
Have you ever thought that war was a sickness?
I'm a son of it, fucked up from it
Casualty of my family 'cause of it
We dare to dream or live to die
Reunited by the truth at the right time
Something's wrong here, or so it seems
'Cause I'm not sleeping in
American dreams, American lies
We're trying to see through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth, don't tell me your lies
'Cause it's harder to breathe when you're buried alive
By American dreams
With every bullet hole, there's a blood stain
Another family that's struggling to keep sane
'Cause their neighborhood ain't a safe place
Got us all wearing black every Sunday
And I'm growing numb to the violence
Sing along to the sound of the sirens
We're trying to keep ourselves alive
But it's hard to get by when it feels like
Something's wrong here, or so it seems
'Cause I'm not sleeping in
American dreams, American lies
We're trying to see through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth, don't tell me your lies
'Cause it's harder to breathe when you're buried alive
By American dreams
'Cause I'm not sleeping in
American dreams, American lies
We're trying to see through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth, don't tell me your lies
'Cause it's harder to breathe when you're buried alive
By American dreams
By American dreams
Writer(s): Nicholas Furlong, Jacoby Shaddix, Anthony Esperance
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