Letra de 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.