ALBUM REVIEW: Architects – For Those That Wish to Exist at Abbey Road
We all fall in parallel.
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We all fall in parallel.
Recite the prayers from the pages lost.
I can wait for you at the bottom, I can stay away if you want me to.
Between the signs and the sounds, taking shape encompassing.
Burn for your leaders. Mourn for your futures.
We were refined in the fire, bent and contorted to aspire.
How many more mothers have to bury their sons? You sick motherfucker.
Don’t you feel like there might be a place to escape to, somewhere for you outside?
Let’s search the sky for a while, you and I.