Flip, Catch, Flip, Catch The Coin In My Palm
Symbolism On It's Sides, As In A Biblical Psalm
Is It Wrong To Hate The Hands That Feeds?
The Game Is Over, I'm Forced To Concede
That The Grey Area Grows With Each Poem
Block With A Stone And Measure It In Ohms
And The Sight Grows Dim, Chances Grow Slim
Landing On The Same Side, Cleaner Than Vim
No Foul Play Here, No Monks Praying Here
The Coins Rotation Is Summit Of All The Fears
Everything We Stood For Is On The First Side
And Everything We Hate Follows And Derives
The Terms By Which We Will Live From Now On
What Do We Stand For? Nationalism Is Gone
When It All Ends, We're Stuck Along For The Ride
I Can't Even Flip My Coin, It's Only Got One Side

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