The world isnít always black and white,
But rather, a vibrant spectrum of colors.
Itís never so simple as wrong or right.
Have we forgotten about the others?
There are many shades of pigmentation,
Yet we cling to this false dichotomy,
Creating a fallacious pig-men-nation
Like a figurative lobotomy.
The driving force of this division?
A great state of prejudice and hate...
So, we perpetuate a precise incision,
A decision Iíll never advocate.
Somewhere between the lips of silence...
And bloody grins, gripped with violence,
We lost our sight to this narrow view:
That we must choose between the two.
Thereís a certain sect of society
That thrives on chaos, demands disorder
Chanting, "Burn it to the ground!"
In a fight against the ĎNew World Orderí.