Armour

Unveiling the Techno Dystopia: Armour's Sonic Rebellion
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Lyrics

Heating gone, armour's on, I'm gonna make you sick

The speaker is preparing for something, possibly a confrontation, with a sense of determination and readiness.

Heating gone, armour's on, I'm gonna make you sick

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Heating gone, armour's on, I'm gonna make you sick

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Heating gone, armour's on, I'm gonna make you sick

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Take a video call on my phone

The speaker engages in a video call, putting on a fake smile and emphasizing details, gold, and glistening chrome, suggesting a facade or superficial presentation.

Fake a smile

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Details, gold and glistening chrome

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Try and make a final call on my phone

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Fake a smile

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Doors are locked no longer my home

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Lighting triggers on its own

The setting is described with automatic lighting triggers, ceiling fans, and polished black stone. Display screen whispers may imply a sense of eerie or artificial ambiance.

For a while

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Ceiling fans and polished black stone

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Display screen whispers

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Take a video call on my phone

Repetition of the video call scenario, highlighting the performative nature of the interaction and the glamorous elements associated with it.

Fake a smile

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Details, gold and glistening chrome

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Display screen whispers

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Take a video call on my phone

Continuation of the video call, emphasizing the act of faking a smile and the luxurious details on display.

Fake a smile

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Details, gold and glistening chrome

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Heating gone, armour's on, I'm gonna make you sick

Reiteration of the initial lines, reinforcing the idea of the speaker being prepared and intending to have a negative impact on someone.

Heating gone, armour's on, I'm gonna make you sick

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Heating gone, armour's on, I'm gonna make you sick

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Heating gone, armour's on, I'm gonna make you sick

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Lighting triggers on its own

Recurrence of the description of the setting, suggesting a persistent atmosphere of automation and detachment from the concept of home.

For a while

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Ceiling fans and polished black stone

-

Display screen whispers

-

Try and make a final call on my phone

-

Fake a smile

-

Doors are locked no longer my home

-

Display screen whispers

-

Take a video call on my phone

Repetition of the video call scenario, underscoring the ongoing theme of artificiality and the effort to maintain a façade.

Fake a smile

-

Details, gold and glistening chrome

-

Try and make a final call on my phone

Reiteration of trying to make a final call, faking a smile, and feeling locked out of one's home, emphasizing a sense of isolation or alienation.

Fake a smile

-

Doors are locked no longer my home

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Lighting triggers on its own

Repetition of the atmospheric description, emphasizing the persistent and unsettling ambiance of automatic lighting, ceiling fans, and a display screen.

For a while

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Ceiling fans and polished black stone

-

Display screen whispers

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Try and make a final call on my phone

Final repetition of attempting a final call, faking a smile, and feeling the doors are locked, reinforcing a theme of artificiality, detachment, and estrangement.

Fake a smile

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Doors are locked no longer my home

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Display screen whispers

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