Yeah, theirs is bad, but if you think yours cares about you, you’re in a cult
You’re cheering for a sociopath chasing the same goal, hoping for the same result
If you’re refusing to see they’re all the same, your own intelligence you insult
And into their cruel, greedy games we play;
They stir the pot then turn their eyes away
They reach into our pockets and close their ears to everything you have to say
Like a swinging yoyo, they’re all to one trend and back to the newest distraction
But their words and signals never match their action;
They carry books and signs preaching love, equality and compassion,
While hate, prejudice and apathy share their bed
You won’t build a new world order with the disorders in your heart and head
They wake up and forget about you, forget about your children, it’s the war machine they make sure is fed