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| Flobots Fight With Tools Mayday!!! MAYDAY!!!! born in the flood bloody fingerpaint sets blackmarketed fresh water canons forget me not epitaph airbrush with death white t's wife beaters button up reattach flesh in between the lines outside of the law underneath the veil we dig our foundations we navigate the globe trying to find a pattern to break the mold with a family to feed theres nowhere we wont go but what if were caught they say Im a snitch shot at the check point found with his throat slit theres spray paint on the teleprompter anchorman screams that hes seen a monster mayday theres bloodstains on his shirt mayday they say that hes gone berserk sometimes when I wanna shut out this world wanna rip up this page wanna pour out this heart wanna get up on this stage and my lips become percussion and my fists become the rage and I pound on this table til it gives me something to say then I think about things that Ive seen right in front of me that I dont wanna believe gimme one of these mikes lemme letem know the way that it is is not how its gonna be not if we dont letem get ahead of us the present tensions no threat its just a fence across the path that were already ready to walk rock solid footsteps letem put up obstacles and prove that it isnt possible fuck that we dont giveem any weight true liberty and freedoms at stake peace will never become pass live my life until my last day it was half-past eight in the bat cave when the cracks in the plaster collapsed and gave way to gaps in the pavement mayday mayday put it on blast for the passengers and messengers cause this is a disaster where the fuck are the rescue workers not far off pissing on a cop car in the hall with a poptart sipping liquor in the rockbar everyone climb to the frontline lunchtimes cancelled all hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill onlookers passers-by shake off that rubble brush off your shoulders break free from your standstill signs of a better world causes we understand failures we expected to occur and bring redemption for our sins safety from the crowds in the shadows on the run we write our own cider house rules to keep alive rituals that prove their worth search for systems we can trust rhythms we can lock into this is madness salvage teams can't bandage hope when its damaged or broken compassion not enough rope in the van when world is collapsing our mode of action broadcast through the glass its all we can manage donate with the plastic scraps from the salad hoping to balance emotions invalidated and staged on 4:3 aspects just ballast for sadness lives shattered are standard fare for cameras and channels stare no abracabras no faster answers or mantras for disasters remastered and plastered got it all backwards do you know the faction your backing its another man down another mother gone child drowned another silenced song solitude another kind of strong I miss you another strung along missing in action another page is blackend burned turned to ashes to ashes dust off the flags and the caskets we will never find another you despite the life of love we knew these lightning times are trouble who cant count the strikes that punished through the bonds we thought would never break and never will and never fade and never change but there is the rage of losing you to their mistakes in between the lines signs of a the next movement refuge from the crowd outside of the law causes we understand hands that trace instructions for descendants in the shadows on the run underneath the veil failures we expected to occur and bring redemption for our sins in between the lines |
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