Bipolar Nations
Sitting in front of you
Cameras dazing right at me
Sometimes this seems more like a fantasy
Than a brutal reality
Many think we haven't grown
What could I say for them to believe
There's the option of repeating the same crap
It'd be historical if there was altering idea I conceived
They wouldn't like it
I'd get all sorts of resistance
They don't like changes
Nothing from everyday life that's not consistent
So when I open my mouth,
And talk to the light
I'll ask the people of this world
If bipolar nations can establish a path for a future that's right
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