Divide to conquer must be true in some form
Since I’m all in the first half.. so whole, despite torn
But still when the tyrants dance I watch the view
They sing: “All hail democracy! Muse the lesser IQs!”

Avatars you are, some in red and some in blue
Time I lay hold of your neck to stop the spewing of NEWS
Been free as the fools to play with their lives
Then frown for a tear when one of them dies  

The ballot box, for all it’s foundation
knows equality, but in one situation
And the table you sit at leaves me in commotion, as the dumb get dumber, must I watch with devotion?
Paradise on earth needs but one kandid choice
Put down the value of a half-baked man’s voice

It’s second nature to compare doves to crows
For no pigeons land by the rivers and meadows
But divide to conquer must be false in some way
Since I’ve come to my end just to find that I’m frayed