Caban 17

There is no room here
for this hypocrisy
Can you break free of all you see
pouring from the TV?
Past all the glamour and bullshit
manufactured in the money city?
There is no room here
for this hypocrisy

Instead breathe deep and awaken from sleep

Are you going to cash in your lives
for tokens and flashing lights?
Or drop your stocks and bonds
and run out into the night?
What are you living for?
When will you visit the core and
Open the door into
Your power
It’s a critical hour
here
In these last days
A crucial phase
Coming close to completion
Losing all rhyme
All reason
Let’s usher in a new season
free of the mental treason
It be freezin out here
but I got a match
Gonna start a fire up
Burn it all to smoke and ash
We must move past the cash
Or crash