These Colours Don't Run - Architects

These streets aren’t paved with gold

Don’t believe everything that you’re told

Deception hides in all you see

Corruption hangs in the air that you breathe

And in the land of the free

You know nothing comes for free

Fourth drive in paradise

Vapid souls check the market price

Life time slave

Living in a suburban grave

If there was a god, was a god

You would be the death of him

These colours don’t run

Like colours from the face

Eyes roll back chemical despair

It’s true what they say life isn’t fair

So repeat this line, everything, everything is fine.

These colours don’t run

Like colours from the face

Eyes roll back chemical despair

It’s true what they say life isn’t fair

And in the land of the free

You know nothing comes for free

I’m struggling to find any poetry in this

Someone beat me to the line ignorance is bliss

So I guess I’ll just say it how it is

You had it all, you fucking pigs!

These streets aren’t paved with gold

Don’t believe everything that you’re told

Deception hides in all you see

Corruption hangs in the air you breathe