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