"Divide" lyrics

"Divide"

Unpredictable
Unstable and erratic
As loose as any cannon and that's being diplomatic
Unpredictable (dictable)
It's anybody's call (dictable)
What the next move made won't be, we'll see, or we won't see at all
And maintain and wait for someone to explain
There is no explanation and you know you can't complain and maintain (tain)
Soldier through the rain (maintain)
Soldier through it, you can do it, while it all goes down the drain
And criticize in an effort to discredit
I don't think you understand it
I don't think that you will get it
Criticize (criticize), cut them down to size (down to size)
I don't think you'll ever get it, I don't think you realize and divide
Let them think they have a choice
Tell them that their rights are lethal, tell them that they have a voice
And divide (divide), knowing all along (divide)
It's just a piece of cloth, and it's, it's only a song
It's only a song
Yeah, it's only a song
This is only a song
It's only a song


Thanks to Testacl3se for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Ramin Djawadi
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