Burnt By The Sun - The Great American Dream Machine lyrics

It... dies... and so it goes We went and we tried They walked away All our glory and ideals rejected whole What is it worth To us for you to change? What is the cost Just your identity This maybe the last time We come up this far So you should partake Of what we hold Our grand machine Reduced to earth Our grand machine Reduced to dust Both men went their separate ways And never looked back Our grand machine Reduced to dust It... dies... once again