Closer

You tie yourself in knots fighting for your holy tribes yet still A blue-lit guillotine away From the social wars you're waging from an echo-chambered bed Can we talk over coffee like we could still be friends I'm no king or prophet but I feel it caving in I wish we were closer I wish we were I wish we were closer I wish we were Tell me who to trust Oh fickle current age: the rift is thickening The tired 'have-not' trench affair The moral higher ground contested by some puppets on a string I was grown before I saw it right Now it's all I see I'm no king or prophet but I feel it caving in I wish we were closer I wish we were I wish we were closer I wish we were