They sigh while sitting down, the weight of all the lives we lead
Spinning truths until they die inside the lies we feed
The turning of a back can be the turning of a cheek
Awareness spreads too slowly for the unity we seek

Reactions quick, opinions stick, minds closed in their own balm
Storms of disagreement are too quick to levy calm
Emotions rise before we know we’re in their undertow
The cold logic of relativity above the known