The Great American Dream Machine

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