Futility's Army

A body of old bones
And sheets full of mistakes
A bed full of comfort
A chest full of heart break
Cup full of amen
A bowl full of farewell
And that's my luck

Do you know what you've done?
Did you do what you've loved?
Did you love what you lost?
Did you let go to chase those bucks?

And dollars won't fix all of the follies
But we still chase till all the breath leaves our bodies
And all those years laid groundwork for promise
So if we give up are we hopeless or honest?

Well, we'll never make it any other way
I wouldn't have the vaguest idea of how or where to start

The flower petals have wilted
The river flow has been stilted
But I want to keep going
I'm going to drown out the noise
I want to stay open
I'm still that same little boy
But my wings are just broken
And I'm still praying for joy
Got a gut full of envy
(Well, that's no good)
A fake smile full of friendly
(Nah, nah, that's no good)
Is the air full of tension?
Wish you well, yea I trust but
Did you let go to chase those bucks?

And dollars won't fix all of the follies
But we still chase till all the breath leaves our bodies
And all those years laid groundwork for promise
So if we give up are we hopeless or honest?

La la la
La la la
Going up
The sky is the perfect shade of blue today
Pray for the perfect shade of black tonight
Fireworks
Indeed
I guess it's always on time

You see us, we're marching, our boots unclean
We're tired of defending a pointless dream
(Pointless dream)
When supplies starts running low
New ammo
I guess it's always on time
(Always on time)

The rose on our glasses is crystal clear
(Crystal clear, so crystal clear)
I've seen all the pain that you run from, my dear
(Run from, my dear)
When the flames get too close
A cold soak
I guess it's always on time
(Always on time, always on time)

So we're soldiers
In
Futility's army
(We're marching)
Futility's army
(We're marching)
So we're soldiers
In
Futility's army
(We're marching)
Futility's army
(We're marching)

Futility's army
Mm-hmm
This could be a problem, problem
La la la na na na na
This could be a problem, problem
If you came to bring the ruckus and you came to get up
If you came to bring the ruckus then you came to get up
This could be a problem, problem
I can, I can-joy



Credits
Writer(s): Osaze Akerejah
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