I know you’re just like me
Short, mean, condescending
When you see someone different
Your brain hates before your mind can say

It’s organic, this fear
And must be overcome by thought
But there isn’t any these days it seems
Effort is not required when everything is so easy

It’s wonderful the stupid things we can care about
When nothing really matters
Having this opinion no longer means starving
Having that philosophy no longer means death

How many things do we really know?
Gravity, fire and electricity hurt
Water is good and bad
Everything else is the rumor of someone else

Those crumbling chunks of poorly mixed mortar
Are the cornerstones of our beliefs
These broken bones and twisted torsos
Are what we used to build the rest