Time drowns like a machine, caught between the tide Twisted anglers drift below Pressed like the pins in a man, dressed in single file Walking places you won't go
With your hands built with your hands, slowly Your hands we won't slip
We are the Architects We are the Architects We are the Architects We are the Architects
Sunk in the soap full of sand, while they dream away Watch this desert take them home Eyes cast out like a spell, drugged by new design What's the view like from your head
With your hands built with your hands, slowly Your hands, we won't slip
We are the Architects We are the Architects We are the Architects We are the Architects
We hold down We hold down We hold down We hold down