Liberal Arts
Divisive game, no end in sight
Talk in circles day and night
Semantic antics, why pretend?
My enemy's enemy isn't my friend
When you're wrong you're still right
There's no time left for self-defeat
Because someone's laughing, and something's growing while we stand here splitting hairs
Privilege masked by noble causes
Accountability, what's your process?
You won the contest, collect your prize
The rest of us cleaning up the mess you left behind (what's one more time?)
Because you won't be around to hold you to account
The Liberal Arts, they got your mind all messed up
You think I'm asking permission to fights we never stopped fighting
You're conquered, divided, delusional
