EQUAL AND OPPOSITE [Intro] Equal and opposite. Newton wrote it down for planets. Funny how it reads like ballots. [Verse 1] Confetti on the marble floor, already measuring drapes, Hundred-year horizons off of one November's grace. A win is not a wedding ring, the country never vowed, But the top of any swing can feel a lot like solid ground. They hear a tired silence and they file it as consent, Read the other half's exhaustion like a check already spent. History's in the cheap seats with a program and a pen, Circling this opening like, "I remember when." [Chorus] Equal and opposite, oldest law on file, Drag it past the slum line, it's logging by the mile. Swing it to the limit, pin it there with pride, The pendulum takes notes, and it's due on the other side. Tick, tick, tick Due on the other side. [Verse 2] Now forever's in the blueprint, so they're welding every door, Redraw the river till it only waters their own shore. Referee the referees, rewrite the rules at night, Every lock is stored-up torque, every clampdown winds it tight. Compression is a savings bond where rage compounds the yield, You can clear the other bench, you cannot clear the field. Silence isn't surrender, it's an inventory kept, A ledger in a bottom drawer of every line that's stepped. [Verse 3] And exile is a classroom where the moderates enroll, The radicals are lecturing once the middle's lost its role. Stamp the mildest fix as communist until the stamp goes flat, Then the true believers take the mic from where they sat. Every crackdown prints a poster, every purge recruits a class, Price the young out of the table, they'll read theory in the grass. They will not come to renovate, they'll come to raze and pour, And a tide that turns does not negotiate the shore. [Bridge] Flip the coin, the physics hold, no logo on the law, Blue has swung it past the slum, and red had catalogued the flaw, Now red is swinging harder while the blue is winding springs, Pressure is unregistered, and it doesn't count for kings. [Verse 4] Carve your name in marble, but the pendulum's a chisel, Every end of history expired on its schedule. Thirty-two, then eighty, watch the cycles just compress, The wider that you wrench the arc, the harder the redress. The only bridges standing put the load on both the ends, Balance isn't mercy, it's the reason nothing bends. Power that you will not share is power on a spring, And the quietest sound in politics is winding. [Chorus] Equal and opposite, oldest law on file, Drag it past the slum line, it's logging by the mile. Swing it to the limit, pin it there with pride, The pendulum takes notes, and it's due on the other side. [Outro] Tick, tick, tick It's due on the other side. Loop Equal and opposite, oldest law on file, Drag it past the slum line, it's logging by the mile. Swing it to the limit, pin it there with pride, The pendulum takes notes, and it's due on the other side. Tick, tick, tick Due on the other side. mBaileyz
