The nation's fucked up

Romance is a pill it makes you I'll it makes you shake from head to toe it makes you choke on your tongue it's grown so Longueuil it sends you in advance screaming their name it makes you sweat as words get lost 
While you shiver 
You cry forever lost in space 
Lost in a race 
Lost in a hallucination off romance
Don't dance
Your in a trance
i need a gun you waste your life
Y do u choose this as your wife