Bugs Video (MV)

They come
They eat
They leave
You come every summer
In the month before the rains
You come every summer
Thunderous wings ablaze
You come to take half of all our grain
You come to take half of all our grain
It's the way it's always been
We hang our heads
We are cogs in the machine
We are cogs in the machine
Slowly turning
Slowly turning
Filling an altar full of fear
Marching to the beat of their drum
Our days slowly passing
Our days slowly passing
Life hangs in the balance
Life hangs in the balance
Of a compassionate insect
Our best bet
Is to go into the city
Where we can be fooled
By a side show circus act
Filled full of danger
No worse than fly paper set on fire
By a group of mistakes
Cloaked in the guise of warriors
Cloaked in the guise of warriors
Why can't we fight back
Against the way it's always been
Pulled up from the earth
Ground back into it
By our collective indecision
All singular losers
If you can't wake up
If you can't wake up
You'll miss the chance
To see the dawn break
To see the dawn break on a future
Where we spend our days
Basking in a healthy balance
Of storing food up for winter
And raising families
In sun-drenched
Happy little glowing hamlets
Where the days drag on
Where the days drag on ever slow
The secondhand passing
Like a drumbeat
Only getting louder
Played by some beautiful loser
Dealt a handful of scissors
Who's now gonna use them
To grind the stones into sand
To grind the stones into sand
Which we'll have no problem treading on
As we go about business
Harvesting leaves to build dreams
A bunch of ants
Pretending to be
Birds descending from the darkness
Take your wings and fly
To dizzying heights and look down
Do you feel like God
As you watch the ants go marching
To and fro
How does it feel to know
That this is all your fault
Everything we are
The seasons and the scars
Stem from your fears
So we bring an offering
Stacked precarious in towers by the hill
The labors of our hands
And the future of our clans
Belong to them
And the first against the wall
Are the ones with big ideas
That the earth is not the center of the universe
And the ant is not the coward
That we've made him out to be
And the summer comes and goes
Just like it always does
And the battle rages on
Between everything we think we know
And everything that
Could go wrong
Knock them dead
Knock them dead
We are gonna knock them dead
Knock them dead
We are gonna knock them dead
Knock them dead
We are gonna knock them dead
Knock them dead
Let me paint you a picture
No, a grand
And completely delusional vision
Of the great wheel turning
From the grasshoppers heavy hands of oppression
To trees bursting forth
From our little seed bodies
They might tower over us
But they cannot fight
A current moving
So slowly towards progress
A small river pushing up against a dam
Waiting patiently
Building faithfully
Growing old and dying peacefully
Each winter full of plenty where we sing joyously
And rest our tired
Weary heads
We built that dream
Proudly hoisting it high for all to see
So when the last leaf falls
We'll be ready
To meet our reckoning
To greet some frenemies
To knock them dead
We are a small river
Pushing up against a dam
Waiting oh so patiently
(We are gonna knock them dead)
For the cracks to grow
For the cracks to grow
For the cracks to grow
(We are gonna knock them dead)
For the cracks to grow
For the cracks to grow
For the cracks to grow
(We are gonna knock them dead)
For the cracks to grow
For the cracks to grow
For the cracks to grow
We are gonna knock them dead