I'm sick of this place I call my nation
Politics
Riots
and
Discrimination

Held down by the Government in a state of oppression
While they squander in a financial depression
The greed they conceal in their castle's so high,
While we sit in the dungeons and watch our dreams die,
Eaten by poverty and stripped from our bones,
Are the last dreams of hope you so reluctantly bestowed,
Two men cannot marry
A whole religion is ******
We'll take all of your money
****** it from your hands

But I dream for a place where we are able,
As two married men or women to sit at the table,
And feast on their success with their own children,
Who will slay the dragon of the political institution,
Who'll wave the flag and say yes we have won
And rip down the boundaries and make us all one.