This song is in a similar vain of "Inara" (formally called Torching Or Torture?") and it was written around the same time although I've never been completely satisfied with it. Finally I've given up and decided to just post it for you "Serenity" I think our nation can be defined, Simply by the empty condom wrappers that float around the towns, Next to empty beer bottle's; we've drank ourselves to this, And there is no coming back from it, We are obsessed with sex and information, Let's scrawl upon the walls and ask ourselves, "How did it get so bad?" I turn away, because I am so ashamed, Of what we've let ourselves become, 'Cause I know, we are better than this, And I know we're selling ourselves short. Tell me child, What do you think of your town? What do you think of the wreckage as it is coming into shore? What do you think of this place? What do you think of the decoraction in Krylon colour schemes? And what do you think of the sex and the drugs, overloading our TV screens? I think our nation can be defined, Simply by the empty hearts we wear upon our torn sleeves, And our overwhelming pornographic industry, We're buying drugs, we're having unprotected sex, And then aborting children we say that we love, May the world take shame on everything, Everything happening on it's resentful body. I turn away, because I am so ashamed, Of what we've let ourselves become, 'Cause I know, we are better than this, And I know we're selling ourselves short.