Future Past - David Bazan

So you see right through me

And I can’t see through anything

To you, a firm conclusion

To me, a phone about to ring

You can’t be right about the future

When you’re wrong about the past

Your legacy’s in jeopardy

And death is coming fast

You only trust the foxes

When they’re cooped up with the hens

You stick it to the black and blue around you

When you should be making friends

Dig my new solution for

Harnessing depravity

We’ll give everyone shotguns

And cloaks of anonymity