You're lied to everyday Misled in a multitude of ways and you don't care Cognitively dissonant with your existence Yet I'm sure you care for many other things
Changes are being made A man repeating a tale A broken record few choose to hear Yet its sounding louder always I hope you grow tired of it
Unite and learn
Before you sell your soul for a penance Always against one another You know no better But know no different I bow out You win You are right I hope you enjoy the grand nothingness that comes with winning battles while being oblivious to the war - a war that I'm not going to fight anymore