Tristan Robert Lange
Fornication Nation
Introduction
Written around 2009, “Fornication Nation” was born from anger, clarity, and the uncomfortable realization that the so-called land of the free was eating itself alive. It’s not my earliest song, but it’s one that still howls with relevance—especially on days like July 4th. This marks the beginning of a slow-burning series where I’ll be releasing select original lyrics—some recent, some decades old—each paired with the song they came from. These aren’t polished memoirs. They’re raw transmissions. Fragments of who I was… and who I’ve become.
This song exists in two forms—each capturing a different facet of the same fury. It comes from my musical project, TragicLife, which can be found on most major streaming platforms. The main version linked below leans rock: direct and raw. But for those drawn to a colder, more mechanized descent into the void, a darker industrial/EBM mix is also available at the end of this post.
Verse 1:
The warmth of the summer,
Never came to this place.
As time sped on by,
I couldn’t keep up the race.
The beasts emerge from the sea.
Seeking food from their prey.
To consume and destroy
On this cursed day.
Chorus:
And we strive and we strive,
We bleed and we bleed.
No we’re not getting out alive,
We drown in our greed.
Verse 2:
Where is the blasted sun,
Where’s the comforting heat.
I spit in utter disgust,
Despising what’s incomplete.
The world has its fangs,
And we’re all slaves,
In fornication nation
We desecrate our own graves.
Chorus:
And we strive and we strive,
We bleed and we bleed.
No we’re not getting out alive,
We drown in our greed.
Bridge:
In the land of the free
There’s always a cost,
But the cycle can end
Before you’re too lost.
Just open your eyes,
It’s not too late to see.
You gotta stand up and fight.
If you’re gonna…be free.
Chorus (2x):
And we strive and we strive,
We bleed and we bleed.
No we’re not getting out alive,
We drown in our greed.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Written circa 2009