Heads clouded and bashed on the pavement

Can't stand it you don't have it in you

Two sided a thing you confide in

Can't see that you let the sin in

It's not your choice

There's blood on your hands

And you don't think twice

It's not courage in your heart

But air in your lungs

Stay on your side

And I'll stay on mine

It's time to repent

We've swallowed the lies

Your inability to handle complexity is nothing short of hilarity

Yes, I find it honestly laughable the way you shudder in the face of idiosyncrasy

You're too caught up in the predetermined stereotype of your chosen ideology to see

The world's not as black and white as you and your simple minded neighbors have been lead to believe

You preach the faults of the other side from the moral high ground of your own realm of self reassurance

Scream your head off in your tired hateful world while the rest of us watch the real world burn

To you, sixty two thousand four hundred repetitions make one truth, right?

Swallow your god damn pride