Holding signs condemning people you don’t know
Protesting for people with whom you’ve never even spoke
Both sides of the arguments wash the obedient brain
Abusing the power they’ve obtained through fame
Where’s the truth? Can it even be found?
They speak but say nothing so I doubt
If the truth can be discerned from a man in a suit
Putting up all of the obstacles in the pursuit
Of truth, making it stretch
Like it’s about to take a fitness test
Have you ever stopped to know what you blindly support?
What angle they play and who they extort
If you did you might redirect your voice
To people who you once shouted for