Season of Treason (feat. Ron Hawkins)

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