Tactics (Interlude)

The blame shifts, the game drifts
But can we gauge the status of our tameness?
Each society has a laugh at improprieties of the past that
I'm not so sure that we're really past yet

But we've got tactics—always unafraid to be
Trading up the old chains for a new brand of slavery
Making apathy from tolerance, indulgence from desire
Piling it onto a soapbox that's only getting higher

And before you know it, we're on fire
Say that you're inspired, but I don't think you understood me
Walking around like, "No shame about the way that we're wired
'Cause how we're wired is exactly how we should be."

And it could be, so hit me with your best defense
And Operation Do-Whatever-You-Feel, commence;
But if you listen, I have a lesson for the choir & the critics
Called the First Law of Spiritual Physics