They're building up
They're tearing down
It's evolution
You're on stolen land
They're fixing up
What's already done
Out of tune, out of touch, out of time
Nowhere to hide no one to believe in
No where or why, no rhyme or reason
It's the season, the season of treason
I'm buying in
You're selling out
One drop of blood
But bleeding is bleeding
The glass is full
They're pouring it out
Out of tune, out of touch, out of time
Nowhere to hide no one to believe in
No where or why, no rhyme or reason
It's the season, the season of treason
They're finding peace
They haven't stopped the war
I call it freedom
I call it a lie
All jokes aside
The jokes on you
It's a con, it's a crutch, it's a crime
Nowhere to hide no one to believe in
No where or why, no rhyme or reason
It's the season, the season of treason
It's a con, it's a crutch, it's a crime
It's a con, it's a crutch, it's a crime
It's a con, it's a crutch, it's a crime