Discourse Is Dead (Abbey Road Version|Explicit)-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 Then **** you 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 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 Don’t look down Let thy neighbour drown Discourse is dead