Good Soldier Flobots

[Hook: Mackenzie Gault]
Today, you don't have to be a soldier
Don't have to be a soldier, stand down
It's okay to be as you were
Be as you were again

[Verse 1: Jonny 5]
Is it a scheme? Is it a vision? Is it a dream? Is it a nightmare?
Or is it a competition, and if it is, what if we don't fight fair?
What's bald in the morning, but in the evening has white hairs?
What's the cause of Global Warming, and could it be these things right here?
I got an idea that might not reach anyone for another light year
Got a hit list and a cloud of witnesses, which is pricier?

Well my tears are mightier than my fears, so mighty Earth
Provides me hurt that I keep buried until I convert it to writing
I was wounded, I was injured, I was made to move to Denver
I was taken through a new adventure, paint stripped from its first fixture

I was placed in another picture, I was rushed to a new landscape
And ripped away from family scraped into a politician's mistake

And what's left of talents in chests beneath oceans
Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged
A world of emotions, a guess that it might be okay
That it could be alright, if expressed