The screen flickers, static is heard, and finally we tune in:



The beat of 'Amerika' begins, and we slowly fade in on Trent's face, starting blurry and becoming more clear. The footage looks deteriorated, fuzzy, and film and chemical burns are visible,



As soon as the vocals come in, Trent turns away from the camera and begins walking down a city alleyway. There's trash everywhere, and the air is thick with smoke,

johnny's an american, and he likes his dope
johnny's an american, when he's cut he bleeds coke
johnny's an american, you can tell from his eyes
johnny's an american, he likes to watch people die

Trent walks alone down the alley during the first verse, and ends up looking at a poster on the wall:



After examing the poster for a second, he turns around, seeing a uniform-clad version of himself, his face blurred out,



Trent turns with a look of horror and begins to run down the alleyway in slow motion, his doppelganger calmly following after him as the chorus kicks in,

i'm an american, i'm the face of the world
i'm an american, i'm not just some little girl
i'm an american, explosive culture shock
i'm an american, look at the size of my cock

As the chorus ends and the song goes back to the mellower, verse part, Trent looks behind him and finds that he's no longer being followed. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looks forward and continues to walk down the street, with lots of detail shots of the decrepit, industrial scenery surrounding him. When the chorus comes back, the images flash faster, becoming almost disorienting.