Arcadia

Captain America, where are you now? Minute-Man, please show me how To wash this blood from my hands, make it go away The evils of my forefathers pale to those today Sins of gods run through the head, a second genesis Some have called it ignorance, others have called it bliss I've done my time, liberate me I have done my penance, inebriate me The truth of it all The truth of it all Inebriate me Inebriate me