These Colours Don't Run
de 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
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
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