Future Drugs

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