To the Cassandras (feat. Audible Doctor)

Shoutout to the Cassandras
Who refused to pander and told the candid answers
The best that they can about Pandora's cancers the
Pessimists giving their testaments the best of it
And the rest of it, left to sit solo because the less of it
The average git has to hear the better
Shoutout to the soothsayers
Late nights sleep like pulling tooths prayers that
The proof layers itself with each news day or
The truth tellers the courageous news yeller is more often a bruise getter than mood setter wondering what's better
The loneliness or phoniness
Shoutout to you
If you're not just sitting trying to fit in with a stiff grin while the earth caves in
Or burns or drowns
Cities and towns waiting around for the sound of a copter swooping down
You're finally found! we wish they'd say
As if help was on the way but like the song by RA we play they never came
And they will not
The Cassandras were not wrong and it's been so long
But their words live on in every western red dawn
Every displaced fawn now on a midwest lawn
Every eastern den sogged by the long con
The box is open and it's not closing
The toxic smoke and the barren rocks poking
Where there once was hope in a world unchanged
It will never be the same but
At least now you know whose name
Never played the game