Flags and Concrete

All this twisted steel's got us rusted up inside, Contorted and aborted we are forced to live a lie We can feel it in our bones And see it in our broken bones Ask me what you want and therefore you shall receive An army of assassins and a handful of beans I'll tell you what we need Is a flag and some more concrete So who's gonna take the wheel This isn't the way we're supposed to feel First world lost It's time that we pay the cost The smoke is so thick that I can barely suck it in But this is what it's like living on this side of dim Silent devils in our dreams But somehow we feel their screams Feel the scorching million grains of the white desert sand Scoop it all up and let it fall from your hand There's some meaning here but I'm not sure you'll understand What I'm saying And I'm pleading We're all slowly dying from ourselves So who's gonna take the wheel? This isn't the way we're supposed to feel First world lost It's time that we pay the cost So who of us still can see? This isn't the way it's supposed to be Drink it down It's time we got out of town