| Song | Blood Paved Road |
| Artist | Prozak |
| Album | We All Fall Down |
| We stole this country from one race without a second glance | |
| Then enslaved another race and forced them to harvest the land | |
| Perhaps it's bad karma from the founding forefathers | |
| This could be the cause of our problems that’s coming back to haunt us | |
| Our current state is tainted with AIDS and inflation | |
| And other heinous things that plagues this over populated nation | |
| Living in fear of terrorists leaving us clearly scared of our | |
| Mirrored reflections appearing to be so nightmarish | |
| Before we all perish can we get along and bear it? | |
| Can we resolve and evolve from all the wrong we did inherit? | |
| Or is it too late just accepting our true fate? | |
| Never learning from the past mistakes while sending ourselves to a doomsday | |
| On the blood paved road | |
| We tell our lies | |
| On the blood paved road | |
| We can't survive | |
| On the blood paved road | |
| Advertising propaganda, it's driving us all bananas | |
| We care more about the brands we wear instead of being aware | |
| Of the issues that effect u, s constitution that protects us | |
| Misdirection that infects us, petty things that keep us separate | |
| It is now obvious we are Illuminati zombies surrounding the television | |
| Hypnotized embodied submerged in commercialism | |
| Perturbed by these euphemisms disturbing these organisms | |
| Consumed with consumerism | |
| It’s a never-ending cycle and we seem to feel entitled | |
| To treat each other quite spitefully | |
| Social media idols and diva’s attention seeking heathens | |
| What a tangled web were weaving total state of disbelieving | |
| Toward the edge we keep receding | |
| Hey, let me ask you this: can we put a stop to this? | |
| Self inflicted apocalypse thinking about the consequence | |
| Everything we’ve ever known, all the injustice we’ve shown | |
| Seems to me we have not grown, it’s still there in undertones | |
| Daily life look around you, this ain't right, made to spite you | |
| With they're lies to entice you, hope you bite then endight you | |
| It's so sadd, but it’s the truth, I wish this play could call a truce | |
| Matter of time before we loose and then we all hang from the noose |
| We stole this country from one race without a second glance | |
| Then enslaved another race and forced them to harvest the land | |
| Perhaps it' s bad karma from the founding forefathers | |
| This could be the cause of our problems that' s coming back to haunt us | |
| Our current state is tainted with AIDS and inflation | |
| And other heinous things that plagues this over populated nation | |
| Living in fear of terrorists leaving us clearly scared of our | |
| Mirrored reflections appearing to be so nightmarish | |
| Before we all perish can we get along and bear it? | |
| Can we resolve and evolve from all the wrong we did inherit? | |
| Or is it too late just accepting our true fate? | |
| Never learning from the past mistakes while sending ourselves to a doomsday | |
| On the blood paved road | |
| We tell our lies | |
| On the blood paved road | |
| We can' t survive | |
| On the blood paved road | |
| Advertising propaganda, it' s driving us all bananas | |
| We care more about the brands we wear instead of being aware | |
| Of the issues that effect u, s constitution that protects us | |
| Misdirection that infects us, petty things that keep us separate | |
| It is now obvious we are Illuminati zombies surrounding the television | |
| Hypnotized embodied submerged in commercialism | |
| Perturbed by these euphemisms disturbing these organisms | |
| Consumed with consumerism | |
| It' s a neverending cycle and we seem to feel entitled | |
| To treat each other quite spitefully | |
| Social media idols and diva' s attention seeking heathens | |
| What a tangled web were weaving total state of disbelieving | |
| Toward the edge we keep receding | |
| Hey, let me ask you this: can we put a stop to this? | |
| Self inflicted apocalypse thinking about the consequence | |
| Everything we' ve ever known, all the injustice we' ve shown | |
| Seems to me we have not grown, it' s still there in undertones | |
| Daily life look around you, this ain' t right, made to spite you | |
| With they' re lies to entice you, hope you bite then endight you | |
| It' s so sadd, but it' s the truth, I wish this play could call a truce | |
| Matter of time before we loose and then we all hang from the noose |