The battle lines have been chosen
And All brotherhood’s lost
The factions are frozen
It’s A chill at a cost
It’s not north versus south
But rather neighbor versus neighbor
Former friends become foes
Civil war is bloody labor
Civilization is vanquished
We rebel against ourselves
In utter hatred and anguish
We gather together in cells
Utterly convinced that our tribe
Is in position superior
To the group to our right
Whose supposition’s inferior
Glancing a diminishing sight
Disappearing and drearier
We grasp at fast fading light
As it dims in the mirror
We left it behind
Any hope for the future
And disconnect any binds
Leaving society looser
Choose your avatar wisely
Because Your group is yourself
As we tumble from heaven
Receding quickly to hell
The battle lines have been chosen
And All brotherhood’s lost
The factions are frozen
It’s A chill at a cost
It’s not north versus south
But rather neighbor versus neighbor
Former friends become foes
Civil war is bloody labor
We the people
In order to form a more perfect Union
Divorce from each other
Evade, divide, it’s confusion
Drinking a toxic infusion
Of venom, pride and illusion
Intrusion drives temperament’s
state of destructive diffusion
There’s no defusing this bomb
Because the wick has been lit
It’s just too late to refuse
That the explosion has hit
This is it
The troops are marching
Yeah we’re deep in the shit
Our fate is written
The peril’s real
And peace is forfeit
They’ll be no victors
There can only be
A loss in this fight
As bodies fall
No more we stall
It’s the fall
Of an American night
The battle lines have been chosen
And All brotherhood’s lost
The factions are frozen
It’s A chill at a cost
It’s not north versus south
But rather neighbor versus neighbor
Former friends become foes
Civil war is bloody labor
Every face has become suspect
As We seek to detect
The faintest semblance of foe
And as we seek to defect
It has an effect on our souls
As we no longer respect
The rule of law
We impose
Instead the law of the sect
We hunker down in our echo chambers
Listening to familiar strangers
Tell their tales of those distant dangers
And pretend to be civil saviors
They distract and deceive
And we all clap and believe
Because we all have a need
To think it’s truth we receive
Don’t fall for it
Open your eyes while you can
It’s from the wrong spirit
It’s from the spirit of man
The battle lines have been chosen
And All brotherhood’s lost
The factions are frozen
It’s A chill at a cost
It’s not north versus south
But rather neighbor versus neighbor
Former friends become foes
Civil war is bloody labor
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