Divided We Fall (Acoustic)

The screens are all ablaze, with voices loud and clear,
They tell us what to think, and what we ought to fear.
Left or right, red or blue, the lines are drawn in sand,
But the truth gets lost, in a no man’s land.

They stoke the flames of anger, with every headline spun,
A battle of the narratives, where no one ever wins.
The middle ground is crumbling, the bridges burned to ash,
And we’re left with just the echoes, of a never-ending clash.

They sell us hate, they sell us lies,
They feed the fire, as the world divides.
We’re pawns in a game, we can’t seem to see,
While they profit from the chaos, and call it democracy.

Divided we fall, united we stand,
But the cracks are growing wide, across this fractured land.
The media’s the mirror, reflecting the fight,
But who’s pulling the strings in the dead of the night?
Divided we fall, can we break the spell?
Or are we trapped in the echo, of a living hell?

From the halls of Washington, to the streets of every town,
The rhetoric is sharp, and the tensions run profound.
They paint the other side, as the enemy within,
But the real war’s in our hearts, where the hate begins.

Across the globe, it’s the same old song,
The weak against the weak, while the strong move on.
They weaponize our differences, and profit from the pain,
While the world keeps spinning faster, in a hurricane.

They sell us hate, they sell us lies,
They feed the fire, as the world divides.
We’re pawns in a game, we can’t seem to see,
While they profit from the chaos, and call it democracy.

Divided we fall, united we stand,
But the cracks are growing wide, across this fractured land.
The media’s the mirror, reflecting the fight,
But who’s pulling the strings in the dead of the night?
Divided we fall, can we break the spell?
Or are we trapped in the echo, of a living hell?

Can we turn the tide, and find common ground?
Or are we destined to drown, in the hate we’ve found?
The power’s in our hands, if we open our eyes,
To see through the smoke, and the endless disguise.

Divided we fall, united we stand,
But the cracks are growing wide, across this fractured land.
The media’s the mirror, reflecting the fight,
But who’s pulling the strings in the dead of the night?
Divided we fall, can we break the spell?
Or are we trapped in the echo, of a living hell?

So I’ll hold out my hand, and I’ll call for peace,
For the hate to end, and the wars to cease.
Divided we fall, but together we rise,
If we open our hearts, and see through the lies.