Geopolitical Quicksand Lyrics

Give me an abstraction

And I will show you that it's a mistake

A mirage in the desert a trick of the mind that we make

Possession being nine-tenths of the law

is bound to stick in someone's craw

The terms do well as a matter of course

Until they hit a counter-force

Legalisms tend to pall

When speciousness smacks into a wall

When the tables turn

And the balance shifts

The rules that once seemed solid

Begin to drift

The unruly state of nature

In which nations chart their course

Born of cold calculation

Without compassion or remorse

So we must be wary

And we must be wise

For what we think we safely hold

Can quickly turn to lies