Pyrrhic by Terrible Claw Lyrics

A cast iron arrangement
Is burgeoning ahead
The long lost art of polite discourse
Is all but fucking dead
Pick your hill to die upon
And bury your head in the sand
Cement your beliefs in your chosen cause
And stand your fucking ground

Unwavering, Steadfastly
Upholding, your judgement
No interest, in listening
No chance of compromise
A pyrrhic, victory
Regardless the outcome
Fragmented society
Consequence; division

An exercise in futility
Smashing your head on a wall
Stubborn refusal to engage
Will surely be our downfall
Prejudgement based on perception
Never truly fully aware
An ignorant stance when faced with facts
Will be your cross bear
Confirmation bias
Tells us all we need to know
Dismiss all other evidence
Minds already made up

Divide and conquer
The plan all along
Never to see eye to eye
A schism by design