Architects - Discourse Is Dead lyrics
Architects [Dan Searle, Sam Carter, Alex Dean, Adam Christianson] Brighton, East Sussex, England 🇬🇧
[Architects - Discourse Is Dead lyrics]
Oh, it just won't calculate
A prophecy with a twist
Do you really think Christ was a capitalist?
Every man for himself
Let thy neighbour drown, amen
So sing us a sad song so sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
Now discourse is dead
Stood at the tip of the wing
You've gotta watch where you tread
Round up the ambivalent
You mustn't sit in the shade
'Cause it's blasphemous for one
To abstain from hate
We're all sisters and brothers
But, if you're one of the others
Then fuck you
So sing us a sad song so sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dancе around the carousel
Chewing through our tonguеs
So save me the sermon you all sound the same
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
No common sense left in these empty heads
Swimming towards the storm
Two beating hearts, two poles
Apart, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh
No common sense left in these empty heads
Swimming towards the storm
Two beating hearts, two poles apart
So sing us a sad song so sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
So save me the sermon
You all sound the same You all sound the same
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
Now discourse is dead
Stood at the tip of the wing
You've gotta watch where you tread
Don't look down, let thy neighbour drown
Discourse is dead
A prophecy with a twist
Do you really think Christ was a capitalist?
Every man for himself
Let thy neighbour drown, amen
So sing us a sad song so sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
Now discourse is dead
Stood at the tip of the wing
You've gotta watch where you tread
Round up the ambivalent
You mustn't sit in the shade
'Cause it's blasphemous for one
To abstain from hate
We're all sisters and brothers
But, if you're one of the others
Then fuck you
So sing us a sad song so sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dancе around the carousel
Chewing through our tonguеs
So save me the sermon you all sound the same
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
No common sense left in these empty heads
Swimming towards the storm
Two beating hearts, two poles
Apart, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh
No common sense left in these empty heads
Swimming towards the storm
Two beating hearts, two poles apart
So sing us a sad song so sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
So save me the sermon
You all sound the same You all sound the same
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
Now discourse is dead
Stood at the tip of the wing
You've gotta watch where you tread
Don't look down, let thy neighbour drown
Discourse is dead