Life is a whore,
as my whole world is on hold.
As happiness becomes unreliable,
as hope is once more released.
For the nation we live in,
is nothing more than diseased.
Reality is shown,
like a far away thought.
As hate is foreseen to perish.
While emptiness fulfills,
all our hearts and souls.
As love is once more dreaded,
as confusion is cherished.
We all then decide to bow,
because we have all surrendered,
to all these valleys of reality.