a new moral low ground-Architects

grit grinding under my teeth i guess that i can stop if i’m getting you down i’ll keep myself on a leash if i were born to hang then i’ll never be drowned a feather knocked me down oh what a shame i was stood in the jaws of defeat trying to fight for a new moral low ground i see the parallels when the sinners are holding the arrows no feeling left still we’re dying to know but that’s the price that you pay for your sorrow one love for your enemy two steps from the edge of your sanity three strikes for the cavalry you cut me close to the bone four walls that you’ll never see five waits for a taste of humanity six feet, what a travesty you cut me close to the bone why don’t you stick around? it’s just a game but we live on the edge of the seat we like that and we ain’t easy to talk round we feel the dagger twist when we’re faced with the straight and the narrow god knows i’m getting you down