This is my politics: Welcome, my friend, to the new age No book we can look for the same page Nobody is searching for in peace Just everyone loving the outrage But I feel you, cause it pains us But our wounding, so contagious And I cannot say you're necessarily wrong Cause it really is fucking outrageous We look up to the Sage as to show us the truth She reaches out her finger and she points to the Moon But we're just staring at the hand, staring at the hand Never understand the whole point is what she's pointing to The thought becoming frigid And the synapse getting rigid And the closing minds on all sides See 'em conquer and divide Welcome, my friend, to the new scene Conspiracy theories are looming Misinformation surrounds us I just wanna listen to Rumi But I see it, and it's growing And it shows no sign of slowing And everyone wounded so Everyone needs for an enemy to be opposing And it's them vs. us and us vs. them And a battle cry always seems to get an amen What you believe is what you receive But what if it turned out to be That we are they and they are we All of this dichotomy is just a false conspiracy What if it turned out to be there really is no enemy And we don't have to find Love Love is gonna find us We just need to seek and defeat All the walls that our mistrust built up Then we can go To The Great Unknown What you believe is what you receive You see love in in all or you don't see love at all