ALBUM REVIEW: Architects – For Those That Wish to Exist at Abbey Road
We all fall in parallel.
We all fall in parallel.
Couched in your overbite, my tongue flicks like dynamite
No justice in sin, rotting from within.
Blur the lines and start again.
Walking in the shadow of my own ghost, I long to feel the sun again.
Burn, burn, burn it up
They’re all out there inviting you – you don’t ever know where you are.
Will you miss me when I’m not around.
Those things I do about the way the world works, wonder will it amount to anything at all?