Ciamanto

Lyrics

Is there any place for poetry in this crazy greedy world today,
or will the rich keep getting richer while the poor they simply toil away?
Amid the calls for retribution we tend to drown out the sound of common ground,
Have we failed to hear each other and turned to Echo Chambers in the clouds?

Will you start a revolution with your kin and kind,
and Turn on the outside world?
Burn the bridges that bind,
Cast the others aside.

Is there any place for poetry in this money-hungry world today,
or has it been replaced by bigotry and fear and hate the world away?
Are we drowning in the ignorance of rampant insularity,
where the only judge of character is a person's popularity?
Reality TV has replaced the symphony,
to hell with the civilized world,
down with the robbers and thieves,
who cash out a billion easy.

Is there any place for a lonely musician to sing a tune today,
or are the sounds from down in the underground that tend to sweep the world away.
where the sages and savages battle for the soul of mankind,
will we let these ignoramuses kill your faith and lead the blind?

Where the Orange Man incites a riot, in our sacred halls and shrines,
and the crazy people rampaging with machine guns hanging from both sides,
and the toothless spineless GOP is standing by,
Holding their dicks in their hands.
Deadly afraid of the man,
Down with the Orange Man.