What's the point when the result's a scrawl on a petition? We always look back in anger, slump into submission. Turn on logic and discount the inconvenient. Spiral down. Don't let them in. Keep it spinning. Is this your strategy? Who's pouring the fuel? Comprehend what's at stake. Cement simplistic narratives, we flip to pick our sides. Tried climbing out, waiting for a spark. And everyone I know feels like breaking down. Removed from decision, dropped in our name. Spiral down. Don't let them in. Keep it spinning. And all they can hear is the sound of applause, ringing through their ears, the last remaining walls.