Dead Man Talking - Architects

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