State of the Union

When I fall into pieces I'm sorry that I fell on you Cause cleaning up after someone else's messy fault Is a trap that hits your foot and it says your caught I'm on a tightrope Feeling all the angels singing in my head Calling all the rebels that soon you will be dead Marching to the drum, flag waves high Bringing you to victory and feeding us the lie When the bomb falls from my hand I'm sorry that it fell on you Cause cleaning up after someone else's messy fault Is a trap that hits your foot and it says your caught I'm on a tightrope