Ideals live on paper
Like democracy
And hope
A belief that things will get better
When we keep making the same,
Same mistakes
Again they come with ideals
Feeding us,
Distracting us
From the truth
It was ideal to put on a show
For the world to see us
Chanting the captain's name
When people were so out of touch
Couldn't even pronounce our names,
The regular people
Who've lived like this
Lived on ideals for so long
I swear we could taste the paper
And just like that
We're fed more
Hope
Tasteless isn't it?
