Just listen to the politician wishing his position wasn't missing
Everything his heart would like to say, and a constant in the constitution
Is that there can't be one solution, it'd be so far from the truth
And we would hate it, anyway

Opinions are immunity to being told you're wrong
Paper, rock, and scissors, they all have their pros and cons

And all of us, we will endure
Just like we always have
But you just can't be too sure
How long this will last

'Cause we control the chaos
In the back of our minds
Our problems seem so small
But they grow on us like gravity
But gravity still makes us fall