Future Drugs - The Armed

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