Feed me your hate, feed me your politics
Feed me your religious divides
but not your bullshit
(I can't stomach it)
Nuance is tough, it requires listening
And I know that discourse these days
is fucking deafening
(so I'll shout and sing)
You can never be one hundred percent right
For every pure truth, philosophy has another side
But if we just shed some light
on humanity, we just might
find peace once and a while
I might pretend like I know what I'm saying
But at the end of the day I might as well
just be praying
(stuck hesitating)
My brittle words are all I have
But in the end our thoughts are the
only things that really last
(as frail as glass)
If the tactics of you and your enemy are the same
and only your ideologies change
you were never ever any different, anyway
Count your blessing and scrapes equally
maybe if you gave the score an accurate tally
You just might be able to see
you can't view life simply
as a matter of differences seen
through the lens of 'you or me'
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