The Armed — Future Drugs lyrics

Lyrics

Always impatient
Purpose waning
Now is the perfect time
Our equity
Depreciating
Witness of the decline
Never let down
Keep making noise
I say
You say
Collage
It’s all one
I say
You say
Everything is dead
This is a pulpit
I am a preacher
I have nothing to say
There is no moral
Only contest
All of it shades of gray
Never let down
Excess has cast our die
This is where I draw the line
It’s a portrait of good times
With bad fashion in tow
But exposure’s not influence
So shine a light on them
Cowards
Nothing but cowards