|Guitar, Keyboards:||Tom Searle|
These martyrs seek no adoration // No promises of god's salvation // They kicked the ladder from beneath their feet // They hung the heroes // You've got to watch your back // You've got to swallow fear // Cover your tracks, or you might disappear // They found the words to speak unspeakable things // They struck the air from the chests of kings // If you were caught between the devil and the deep blue sea // Would you run and hide? Or stand for what you believe? // Maybe Orwell was right all along // They think this spells the end, it's only just begun // If you find your feet, you can eclipse the sun // Swear that you won't forget // Tell the rats to get back in the gutter. We'll be watching, we're always watching // You try to stamp them out // You'll only fan the flames // This is for all the snakes: Fuck you // So hold your forked tongues // You've got us spitting nails // I'm gonna to say it straight. Fuck you.
Brighton’s Architects are a band who’ve never shied away from challenging the world around them. Long lauded as some of modern metal’s ...