Future Foe Scenarios Silversun Pickups

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Who do you work for, baby?
And does it work for you lately?

[Chorus]
But when the night is over and the walls start burnin'
When fire starts to matter and the clock's still churnin'
Clichés and other chatter keep our minds from learnin'
Our minds keep learnin'

[Post-Chorus]
It's alright
It's alright