Giving Blood - Architects

The Gospel, distorted

It leaves my blood running cold

But still they say

I'm rigging the ritual

I never said that I was giving blood for the unbelievers

Bleeding out like a Devil in disguise

They shot a hole in the parachute

'Cause I'd rather feel alive

It's so convoluted

They're just trepanning for gold

May they rest in peace

'Cause they're fucking dead to me

Well, there's your eulogy

The water's polluted

My feathers caught in the spill

Nobody said that it would be safe up here

I never said that I was giving blood for the unbelievers

Bleeding out like a Devil in disguise

They shot a hole in the parachute

'Cause I'd rather feel alive

Your salvation's a letdown, ooh

Oh, I'm sorry that I'd rather feel, I'd rather feel alive

It leaves a mark on the mind, it weaves a web in the background silently

No time to spare, no sign of the exit wound, God help me

There's no drying off once you're soaked right down to the bone, hopefully

Somebody thinks of me in the aftermath, woe is me

It leaves a mark on the mind, it weaves a web in the background silently

No time to spare, no sign of the exit wound, God help me

There's no drying off once you're soaked right down to the bone, hopefully

Somebody thinks of me in the aftermath, woe is me

Woe is me

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry

I never said that I was giving blood for the unbelievers

Bleeding out like a Devil in disguise

They shot a hole in the parachute

'Cause I'd rather feel alive

Your salvation's a letdown, ooh

Oh, I'm sorry that I'd rather feel, I'd rather feel alive