Nod to the Folks

Fooled
From the start to the end

Flagged as a mark
In a hazy den

Cooled
In the camp
Of the dead

Asleep
On a bed
With a mystery stain

Never cared
What
Anyone else said

Get out of the head

Step over
The private design

Nod to the folks
Keeping us close
Up to the gods
Evens and odds
Refining ore
Anyone's joke
Wriggling to be
Free from the yoke

Spooked
But it's only
The wind

Strapped to a carcass
Or an empty vase

True but it's only
A bet

Hid from the light
In a garbage can

Don't know if
It's alive or dead

A gust on the plain

It isn't a joke
It's the time

Nod to the folks
Keeping us close
Up to the gods
Evens and odds
Refining ore
Anyone's joke
Trying to be
Free from the yoke

(official lyrics)