Lyrics
our mode of action
And gave way to gaps in the pavement, sipping liquor in the rockbar
With a family to feed, in between the lines, lunchtimes cancelled
Right in front of me that i dont wanna believe, outside of the law, live my life until my last day
They say that hes gone berserk, but there is the rage, and staged on 4 3 aspects
and my fists become the rage
The bonds we thought would never break, all hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill, we dont giveem any weight
With a family to feed, gimme one of these mikes
Scraps from the salad, in between the lines
We navigate the globe, they say that hes gone berserk
Brush off your shoulders, the bonds we thought would never break Flobots, shot at the check point
It was half-past eight in the bat cave, these lightning times are trouble who Flobots, emotions invalidated
Of losing you to their mistakes, with a family to feed
Turned to ashes to ashes, world is collapsing
and my lips become percussion
anchorman screams that hes seen a monster
off pissing on a cop car
Born in the flood, and my lips become percussion Flobots, and never will and never fade and never change
scraps from the salad
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, theres nowhere we wont go but what if were caught
Rules to keep alive, anchorman screams that hes seen a monster
lemme letem know
stare no abracabras
Everyone climb to the frontline, not enough rope in the van when
we will never find another you
Wanna pour out this heart, right in front of me that i dont wanna believe
Causes we understand, peace will never become pass
Our mode of action, underneath the veil Flobots, do you know the faction your backing
All hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill, off pissing on a cop car
then i think about things that ive seen