Punching holes on walls (laws are whores)

Punching holes on walls.
To feed my flaws.
Life gave me chores.
So I get rid of whores.
The same whores that stood on corners.
Waiting for my vulnerable moment.
So they can torment.
These whores with diabolical arrows.
Point me to living in entrapment.
Yes they are in the parliament.

Punching holes on all closed door.
To reveal these whores.
Whom we address as LAWS.
The kind that bend me over.
To bend you higher.
Through whores your build an empire.
Still grows the desire.
So you bend me further to get higher.
As if I'm the whore that give you everything and more.
Please let me be just a pop culture whore.

Now I'm punching holes.
Even on open doors.
I address these LAWS.
Whom I call whores.
I'm not saying they exist without cause.
But they just have too many flaws.
I mean, I see gentleman bought these whores.
The're living in luxury.
So people give them applause.
I'll just be a rebel without certain cause.
Because I could never find them in any stores.

I'm punching holes with thoughtful words.
I do not dance to the tune LAWS.
I won't submit to you whores.
but you control me as if I'm yours.