The Armed - ALL FUTURES

Tower of Babel sinking into sands of revenue
Tailor suits, sanguine sacks of shit it's all just ballyhoo
Taboo appropriation just because we wanted to
I'm anti, anti, ain't I?
I'm anti, ain't I?

But I'm coming around
I'm feeling okay
I'm changing the locks and I'm seeing
All
All futures, destruction
All
All futures, destruction

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All futures, destruction
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All futures, destruction

Caress a monolith
Shape shifting birthing hips
Cut up, cut out, cut in
It's meaningful if nothing's meant
Maybe a race to nowhere but I still hope that I win
I'm anti, anti, anti, anti, anti, anti, anti

But I'm coming around
I'm feeling okay
I'm changing the locks and I'm seeing
All
All futures, destruction
All
All futures, destruction

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All futures, destruction
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All futures, destruction

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All futures, destruction
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All futures, destruction

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All futures, destruction
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All futures, destruction

Written by:
Ben Chisholm, Dan Greene

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