30 thoughts on “Architects – "Modern Misery"

  1. Are these our new messiahs?
    ‘Cos the saviour has a gun to my head
    Don’t be fooled by Maya, the kings are all thieves
    And the serpents will bite as they please
    How has it come to this?

  2. I like how he is contrasting how he thinks with how life is, it made him realize that he is not the in touch guy he thought he was. Then there is the time for contemplation in that he cant be that far off, He then realisez it was a mistake in observation that threw him off, being in touch with ones own feelings is the same thing as being in tune. Vontemplation=happiness

  3. Seven billion hungry ghosts
    Just a parasite killing its host
    The emperor wears no clothes, I see those brittle bones
    But we're buried by modern misery
    Modern misery

    There's not enough water in the world
    To wash the blood from our hands
    We planted a seed, its roots will suffocate the soul
    It grows without light and feeds from our bones
    Hell must be empty, all the devils are here
    Singing us the Lord's Prayer; finally, something that we all share

    I won't go to the grave with the song still in me

    What are we hiding in the rain?
    This is a prison for lost souls
    Another life circles the drain
    We used to run with the wolves
    Now we can't see the forest
    'Cause there's no light in the black hole
    Don't try and tell me we are blessed
    We used to run with the wolves

    Are these our new messiahs?
    'Cause the saviour has a gun to my head
    Don't be fooled by Maya, the kings are all thieves
    And the serpents will bite as they please
    How has it come to this?

    I won't go to the grave with the song still in me
    And I won't live like a slave begging from my knees

    What are we hiding in the rain?
    This is a prison for lost souls
    Another life circles the drain
    We used to run with the wolves
    Now we can't see the forest
    'Cause there's no light in the black hole
    Don't try and tell me we are blessed
    We used to run with the wolves

    Seven billion hungry ghosts
    Just a parasite killing its host
    The emperor wears no clothes, I see those brittle bones
    But we're buried by modern misery
    Modern misery
    I won't live like a slave, I won't beg from my knees
    I will not go to the grave with the song still in me

    We used to run with the wolves
    We used to run with the wolves
    We used to run with the wolves
    We used to run with the wolves

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