Season of Loss (EP Version)

Last night, They handed out awards To the sell-out whores God, I wish I were one of them At fading light, We wandered past stores With plywood front-doors And products we had to pretend Season of loss Season of tears Season where seasons Of the past truly recede Season of fury Season of doubt Season of quantifying What we can no longer Live without Last year, The unlucky and unsaved Were dropped in a mass grave Before an anonymous witness I could really feel My coping methods fail As the Molotov cocktail sailed Toward my sense of justice Season of loss Season of deceit Season where seasons of The boom met defeat Season of pity Season of rage Season of the ten-block radius Feeling like a cage Yesterday, A stranger said to burn down my neighborhood And many good people agreed they should While old reliable considered buying a gun I couldn’t say, Whether I’d die for the reform For victims and villains unborn Or if I’m only riding out the storm Season of loss Season of faith Season where seasons Of action had to hesitate Season of disaster Season of strength Season of being thankful For your shoes, your pen, And the pavement