There was a time when you and I
We could sit eye to eye in disagreement
You could make your point and I could make mine
A volley back and forth without appeasement
Take a little from me and a little from you
In a mutual exchange of deep connection
Then parting ways with a shaking of hands
Along the middle path in a new direction
But now it seems there's a bigger divide
A thinning of the skin
Echo chambers weaken our minds
Afraid to look within
Egos tied to our positions
Discourse set to die
We're going in the wrong direction and
We've got bigger fish to fry
How do we know if we're wrong or we're right if we
Never scrutinize our own ideals
The wool is pulled easily over our eyes if we
Choose to stay blind to the court of appeals
Yet it seems there's a bigger divide
A thinning of the skin
Echo chambers weaken our minds
Afraid to look within
Egos tied to our positions
Discourse set to die
We're going in the wrong direction and
We've got bigger fish to fry
There'll be a time when you and I
Can sit eye to eye in communion
Uniting as one in brotherhood
We're leading all the world though an age of reunion
Still it seems there's a bigger divide
A thinning of the skin
Echo chambers weaken our minds
Afraid to look within
Egos tied to our positions
Discourse set to die
We're going in the wrong direction and
We've got bigger fish to fry
Ooh...We've got bigger fish to fry
Ah...We've got bigger fish to fry
Yeah, we've got bigger fish to fry