The Armed - ALL FUTURES

Tower of Babel sinking into sands of revenue
Tailored 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
Maybe a race to nowhere, still hope that I win
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All futures, destruction