Mayday Lyrics - Fight With Tools - Flobots

Mayday! 

Born in the flood 

Bloody fingerprint sets 

Black marketed 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 

There's nowhere we wont go 

But what if were caught 

They say I'm a snitch 

Shot at the check point 

Found with his throat slit 

There's spray paint on the teleprompter 

Anchorman screams that hes seen a monster 

Mayday 

There's 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 

Till it gives me something to say 

Then I think about things that I've seen 

Right in front of me 

That I don't wanna believe 

Gimme one of these mikes 

Lemme let em know 

The way that it is is not how its gonna be 

Not if we don't let em 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 

Let 'em put up obstacles 

And prove that it isn't possible 

Fuck that 

We don't give em 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 pop tart 

Sipping liquor in the rock bar 

Everyone climb to the front line 

Lunchtimes canceled 

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 abracadabras 

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 blackened 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