"I'm a tunnel-visionary"
Said the woman on the street.
"I watch the pixels dance and place my bets with chance,
And see what I want to see."
"We understand that change is scary."
Four out of five dentists agreed.
"We make an art of wants, and tell you what to flaunt,
But never what you need."
You can't divide by zero.
That answer will not come.
You can't divide by zero.
The game's not zero sum.
A thousand Sunday pundits
Sing a one note harmony.
They rage in great debates about affairs of state,
And argue false dichotomies.
"Your outrage is our a**et".
Said the pollster with a grin.
"You'll quickly learn to crave the angry burn.
We'll feed it with unending spin."
You can't divide by zero.
That answer will not come.
You can't divide by zero.
The game's not zero sum.
I've heard there is this great divide.
The way is barred the wall is high.
And we're all told to choose a side.
I'll meet you on a different road,
We'll leave behind the things we hold.
We'll take shelter from the numbing cold.