For every pair of misguided hands -
Speaking of loyalty,
Speaking of passion,
Speaking of commitment,
But loyalty isn't rejecting the other side,
And passion isn't who has the whitest knuckles to show.
And you're slipping - seeing the world through hues of red
How high can you place yourself before our world is no longer in sight?
Even if we both hold the same ideals,
We are not the fucking same.
Because I care about the other side -
And those who aren't bound by their beliefs
Mutual empathy for an inteligent community
Humanity assuming god-like roles was never meant to be
Compromise for all and not just a select few
With a guilty heart but well-aware -
That some will never look in the same mirror twice