On the 2nd of November did the grim dusk fall
Slipping demonically over the land.
In slush swept away separation of church and state
As did 11 full states declare
Marriage to be between only a he and a she.

Rain washed away hope into blackness
Covering the forests in poisoned streams.

Oil covered mountains
Drowning justice
Slipping across deserts with sweet revenge.

So now do I cry
And my tears fill the land.
And then, in four years will I pick up the pieces
And this nation and my heart mend.