paroles de chanson Discourse Is Dead - Abbey Road Version - Architects

Oh, it just won't calculate, a prophecy with a twist
Do you really think Christ was a capitalist?
Every man for himself
Let thy neighbour drown, amen

So sing us a sad song
So sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues

Now discourse is dead
Stood at the tip of the wing, you've gotta watch where you tread

Round up the ambivalent, you mustn't sit in the shade
'Cause it's blasphemous for one to abstain from hate
We're all sisters and brothers
But if you're one of the others, fuck you

So sing us a sad song
So sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tonguеs
So save me the sermon
You all sound the same
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues

No common sense left in these empty heads, swimming towards the storm
Two beating hearts, two poles apart
No common sense left in these empty heads, swimming towards the storm
Two beating hearts, two poles apart

So sing us a sad song
So sing us to sleep
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues
So save me the sermon
You all sound the same
'Cause we all dance around the carousel
Chewing through our tongues

Now discourse is dead
Stood at the tip of the wing, gou've gotta watch where you tread
Don't look down, let my neighbour drown
Discourse is dead