Matt Pless - When the Frayed Wind Blows [Official Music Video]

Filmed by Jak Kerley/Shibby Pictures in New York City. Animations by Hazard Studios () | | @ShibbyPictures ** If it starts with an explosion Do you end it with a bang? First the whistles start a blowin’ Then the guilty finally hang Theres a storm on the horizon And the waters on the rise We’re watching history repeatin’ With the changin’ times The figureheads keep talking But they’re buried in the sand Everyone is pointing fingers Everybody plays their hand The fix is in, the game is rigged The pawns are polarized You can either pick a side Or think outside the picket lines I wonder, is this a revolution Or just mass confusion? When every voice is trying to scream The loudest for equality While we argue stradegy Culture and phylosophy People die in city streets All paved with blood and poverty The powers with a chosen few Desperations just a tool Agents of corruption use To keep the jails and prisons full diamond pockets lined with profits Earned from broken lives Misled to pledge by one discrimination under God stop the world, i wanna get off everything’s on fire and it’s falling apart so if we can’t turn back can we change the course when the fury of the frayed wind blows The preachers sell salvation To the faithful on their knees Some prey upon our need and want For something to believe And some have spun the doctrins Holy guide toward paradise To justify injustices and centuries of geinocide Surrender to your temples To your alters or your shrines The weapons used by shepherds So the sheep will keep in line Conflicting congregations Thinking only of themselves If thats the path to heaven Hate to see the road to hell I tell ya’ they take a vision make religion, cause division Keep you vacant and complacent And dependent on a system By creating ways to seperate Utilizing class and race Prejudice perpetuates And keeps monopolies in place Trickle up or trickle down Stack or spread the wealth around Someones hope is runnin’ out While fortune feeds a bank account Empty promise politicians Pander to the poor While theres money used for funding Phony wars on foreign shores stop the world, i wanna get off Cause they’re loading up the bullets And they’re dropping the bombs The propaganda beats to the narrative drums when the fury of the frayed wind blows The criminals in congress They ain’t got no ground to stand They’re building walls and borders Up around the stolen land A legacy of liberty Thats how the story goes But conquers rewrote the past To suit the status quo So is it institutions Or the state of human kind That leads to some exaulted Over thousands left behind They’ll push you to you’re limit But in turn, they’ll push their luck Cause sleeping giants riot When they’ve finally woken up Because they’re buying your silence with those shiny advertisments They lie and cheat and steal And tax your habits so you’ll finance What they hide away behind the scenes Cover over underneath Explotation population Victimized by vanity Faces in a magazine Pictures on a pixel screen Set a lofty standard That disintigrates your self esteem Race to chase a plastic dream Red carpets and Limousines Blinded and distracted by The flashbulbs of celebrity But just beyond the limelight After fame has run it’s course They’ll throw you to the lions While a sold out crowd will roar stop the world, i wanna get off Cause there’s bodies lying breathless, bleeding, piling up. they shook the bottled Rage now it’s bound to erupt when the fury of the frayed wind blows You can think yourself in circles But the answers never clear Is there saftey with survalence? Is there freedom without fear? Unravel and untangle All you thought you understood And question everything Until you question why you should We’ll change the world with flowers Or we’ll change the world with guns We’ll plant a seed or dig a grave Before its said and done But if we come together All for one and one for all Resistence rises up Sure as an empire will fall So ill just work toward the future May it crumble for the better Where tyranical oppresors Are just shadows we remember No judgment based on color Or your lover or your gender Dismantle older models So they cant be reasembled But the day the tables turn your way Watch out for a twist of fate Careful not to stumble and become The very thing you hate Search for something comforting Seek out something innocent But you’ll never have those eyes That look at life that way again So you can take the high road Nothing ventured, nothing gained But you fight fire with fire When you’re going down in flames stop the world I wanna get off Cause we’re at each other’s throats and now it’s choking my heart so we can burn the earth or extinguish the torch when the fury of the frayed wind blows