Future Past

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