sound of guns - architects
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Time drowns like a machine, caught between the tide
Twisted anglers drift below
Pressed like the pins in a man, dressed in single file
Walking places you won't go

With your hands
built with your hands, slowly
Your hands we won't slip

We are the Architects
We are the Architects
We are the Architects
We are the Architects

Sunk in the soap full of sand, while they dream away
Watch this desert take them home
Eyes cast out like a spell, drugged by new design
What's the view like from your head

With your hands
built with your hands, slowly
Your hands, we won't slip

We are the Architects
We are the Architects
We are the Architects
We are the Architects

We hold down
We hold down
We hold down
We hold down