Some men embrace the wrong side of history
So contrived, they divide their existence from reality
Some are just immune to truth
Some refuse to swallow proof
Does our future lie in hands of those who fabricate our destiny?
Though they scream, they wont concede
We're a nation left to bleed to death by wounds inflicted by the ones we've chosen to lead
They play on fears, but only ones they manifest
Then denounce who descents for being different from the rest
And their future's our present now
And we cant imagine how we've ended up so far from where we thought our world would be now
