Future Foe Scenarios

the things we laid do not amount to much

made of abandoned wood loose stones and such

this revolution baby

proves who you work for lately

release the castaways who run amok

from self appointed winds which blow and such

when present tense gets strangled in the mire

made of our cozy decomposing wires

who do you work for baby

and does it work for you lately

but when the night is over and the walls start burning

when fire starts to matter and the clock is churning

cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from

learning

it's alright

the things we laid do not amount to much

made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs

when present tense gets strangled in the woes

made of our future foe scenarios

this revolution baby

proves who you work for lately

who do you work for baby

and does it work for you lately

but when the night is over and the walls keep linking

when fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking

cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from

thinking

our minds keep thinking

it's alright

that's when it turned on me

a motorcade of 'meant to be's’

parades of beauty queens

where soft entwines make kindling

these many detailed things

like broken nails and plastic rings

will win by keeping me

from speaking to my new darling

and there's no way to know

our future foe scenarios

that's when it turned on me

where bobby pins hold angel wings

it's alright