ARCHITECTS lyrics - Lost Forever // Lost Together

Dead Man Talking

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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 These martyrs seek no adoration No promises of god's salvation They kicked the ladder from beneath their feet They hung the heroes 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 These martyrs seek no adoration No promises of god's salvation They kicked the ladder from beneath their feet They hung the heroes 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 If you find your feet, you can eclipse the sun Swear that you won't forget They think this spells the end, it's only just begun

Past The Falls

DISPATCH "Silent Steeples"
the wind blew and her hair stood still he sits beneath her window sill... she awaits the magic in his hands he walks her out into the night and takes her in a different light her eyes divert to the water beneat his feet oh, the water beneath his feet oh, the water beneath his feet boy wakes up and runs outside to find that all his fears have died and all the shells are laying on the sand she kicks a rock along that road and stood still while the story was told do you believe in me he said, can you believe in me... oh, you believe in me oh, you believe in me the wind blew and her hair stood still he sits beneat her window sill... she awaits the magic in his hands he walks her out into the night and takes her in a different light her eyes divert to the water beneat his feet oh, the water beneath his feet oh, the water beneath his feet oh, you believe in me oh, you believe in me

Insomnia And The Hole In The Universe

LIVE "Secret Samadhi"
my brother kicked his feet to sleep my brother kicked his feet to sleep my brother kicked his feet to sleep and i sang the dirge song my brother never missed a beat my brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet my brother kicked his feet to sleep and i sang the dirge song Angel, don't you have some bagels in my oven Lady, don't you know a man when you see one Crazy lady with the shiny shoes, where are you Kick you feet and calm the space that makes you hollow little swami's got his bowl to eat little swami always walks his beat, sweet feet little swami's got his bowl to eat and i sing the dirge song it's amazing how they come to see the little swami with his bowl to eat, sweet feet the little swami only wears a sheet and won't sing the dirge song anal, tight-assed soldier with that dogged heart put down your gun we are ready to explode, we gotta take it smart and take it slow

Shovel

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2 My kitchen sink leaks like your itching to speak a secret ‘bout the world spins yet nobody's pledged allegiance and why? His beaming smile knew a private agony that burns And when the children met divinity I sat to watch the merge It goes pandemonium live Ya'll mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while your playin summin vivid Play your sympathy card till the misery clash And a basket case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches Raggin a bag of lonely poem remnants Short of breath like you're short of fresh You're a portable mess Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling pretentious art critics, orphans Trying to dismiss those pioneering their fortunes You're a spectacle Pushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights walkin on stilts talking You touched the hand of God and I'm like What are all these evils that plagued the hearts of man by sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let them in You got your life in a basket before you could say instant classic Like the king of the mountain requires a boost I'll bury the hook in my belly just to volunteer at live aid clinics For the thrill of 9 great mimics with 18 bloody lips, spittin Beanstalk, chalking outlines before figures fly Walking uphill trying to get down Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry* circuit board breaker Service in the greater half of nature See money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated lovely Warmingly *piggy leader* colony to comfort Numb enough to deny the sin pins and evil needles even punctured Till he wont define his turne and can still function I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2 Burn burn em mostly Stuck unplucking plumage out the poultry Soaking in bulk on a sofa with ductape upholstery Dirty doc stellar space medic Stoned by the commoners for glowing Psuedo bloaters * buy them beats till bloated* Happy trail hitchhikers guide to spanning oblivion Complete with a thankless 9-5 chapter You can sign your life after the facts Wicked soldiers pickin with buddy system logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot All in a days breath I guess Sandman hit up or shatter a day when television run over baboon heart transplants Sketching a glass partially empty till their hand cramps With a iceman dance (?) and stand with a (?) But maybe I do Yeah yeah maybe it's all over, maybe I won the game before the machine ate my quarter I mean absorbing attention's a must You don't wanna be overlooked Yeah but you don't wanna be looked over too much One up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen who crashed boats and the angels who never hit a bad note when harmonising I'm an armour plated farmer I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues Dense, spreads like new names at the writers bench Either you drink it or sink it, coz there ain't no sitting on the fence You make me chuckle child, it's hells kitchen now, miss Recognize your life is merely bait for bigger fish I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X4 Encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

Stranded

ALIEN ANT FARM "ANThology"
Your waves come crashing down Like a semi-auto trailer I dive so deep in the sea To avoid killer whales A perfect moment here and gone It has sailed I'll use a hammerhead to drive Rusty nail inside Chorus: I'm feeling the sea beneath you, beneath me I'm feeling the sea beneath you, beneath me Imagine if our world was blue and weightless I never meant to do wrong to you You're my starfish You moan a tone so low beyond me A telepathic sub-sonic frequency I need a little air for emergency You have to understand this urgency I'm feeling the sea beneath me, beneath you White sand beneath my feet No brain between my ears I'm feeling the sea beneath you, beneath me I know that if I had one I'd spare us both these years I'm feeling the sea beneath me, beneath you White sand beneath my feet No brain between my ears I'm feeling the sea beneath you, beneath me I know that if I had one I'd spare us both these years A sea anemone, you're my enemy

Contemporary Man

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips 2"
Get it together Justin, got to get it together fam Let's Go Yeah, fuck the back talk Save all that pussy shit for the cat walk Now write your name 100 times on the blackboard Just a white man excelling in a Black sport, like I'm Pistol Pete You already know you a goner when I kiss your cheek Lift your feet, like when your sister sweeps Fine dining, drink water out the crystal creek Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I'm Mr. Cheeks (Uhhhh, fly shit Grown Man shit Do it one more time, fuck it I'm good to go) Yo, I'm a wild freak, hit shorty where the child sleep While her mother make soup with the cow feet Shoulder pads and a leather, Beau Brummell Hopping out the limo at the old Tunnel Fuck sex on the beach, I want head in the streets Spread bed on the feet Lead on your cheek, the cadillac from 73 Aqua marine with a popular fiend, uhh Big Bird, Farrington alumnus Mouth like a pussy, she gummed it You see me in the green velour, facial conquistador Then I order up a feast for four If you see me in a leather, know it's reaching the floor Linen flapping in the wind cause of the breezy shore, yeah Spinal tap, you spitting gynecology rap Eat your pussy with a plastic bag, covering that Brothers will clap leave you hovered or jacked If there's chicken in the building, know I'm smothering that This tool I got will loosen up your stool a lot Near the pee pee will make you poo-poo a lot In the Z3 bumping U2 (Yo this Big Motherfucking Body, bitch) Ginger ale laying in a Knicks cup Pay thirty dollars for a dick suck Pay a hundred dollars for the joints I rolled Oyster bowls chilling in the cloisters I love Black girls boisterous Shorty's on the arm like a koi fish On a Herbie White dude with the yellow fever Yellow sneakers, see through yellow beeper (Feel the beat...) When our eyes first met was like the fourth day in July When you kissed my lips, I knew one day you'd be mine Watch my shorty take a shower, I want the good loving Six ducks in a wood burning oven Georgia Southern, her alma mater She raised out in Queens, but moved out to Colorado Looney Tunes, Taz on the shirt Fuck swag, got pizzazz Two jags, Cincinnati Zubaz Du rag, Bay Terrace pool pass Talked to Skip, schooled me on the ponies Next year catch me posing at the Tonys Folding paper wilding at the OTB Grow the money like a Cocha tree American flags hang on walls that hide money Put my arm through the Picasso Kept a fortress, crib got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling Two stallions pull the buggy, Clydesdale Crack the Bud, guzzle, humidors Uncle Moozy with the Mitsubishi Uncle Jimmy with the funny money flossing out in AC Randy Quaid with the turtleneck Erma with the jungle juice, man feet Beamer with the tan seats, Smack the taco out your mouth, green couch

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