Paper bodies
They tear so easily
The wrong words in the wrong place
Now I know what side you're on
There are always lies made up by sycophants
There are always sides and you have to be on mine

Get under the flag, uniformed
Now it's time you picked your battles

Wait, I've barely had time to think and I'm already partisan
Can't someone just tell me why we're here?
Scissors cut, sellotape, sewing kit
Making signs and picket lines since 1995

It's just the rules that we have made
If we know who they are, echo every syllable

Two tribes breathless
No room for a middle ground
Mute everything that I disagree with
Mute everything, mute everyone

There are always spies hidden amongst your friends
There are always sides and you have to be on mine

Schoolyard politics and picking teams
Restrained debate is so old-fashioned

Wait, I've barely had time to think and I'm already partisan
Weakness is to change your mind
Scissors cut, sellotape, sewing kit
Making signs and picket lines since 1995
Look around at the vacant, violent partisans
Can't you try to change your mind?
Perfectly typed response, drama curated
You're a thespian taunting the audience

You will never change your mind