We are here we are here

The six fields of hypocrisy changed the outlook of democracy

Call me a lost cause but I’m the hope of a nation that prides itself on miscommunication

It’s not so hard to start a conversation when you’re next to second best

And it’s not a bad reputation to be a self righteous mess

It’s a raging war on the politics of it all, if we’re all sinners then shouldn’t we all fall?

Keep your colors behind your eyelids and keep your lungs above your shoulders

Tell me to move boulders but you can’t even pick up the first stone to throw

And you call it the freedom of protest                          

Well I call it the freedom of detest and the sign of words too cruel to digest

But please your majesty, let’s avoid a travesty

And next time you call me a dent in your list of victories

I’d like to hear your sparkly clean history

And we’ll make a full loop back to hypocrisy.