Oh, my fallen one
Let complacent to the surface
And if I only could've been there
Then I would've seen the urge
And I'll carry you
Through the rhetoric and shells
Of exploding heads and sand bags
Thrown by bigots, green by blue bands

Close the batons, fill the jars
Seal the windows, lock the doors
Paranoia will eclipse the rational and spill

Architecture of amnesia
Scare the people with hysteria
Architecture of amnesia
It's a battle monumental

And the narrative
Led the hungry to the arts
With a lure of false promises, a fear of touch
And they built a world
Switched on search lights on the brim
And invented their pariah, at which everyone was shouting

Close the batons, stock the drawers
Seal the windows, lock the doors
Take a bayonet and don't let anybody in

Architecture of amnesia
Scare the people with hysteria
Architecture of amnesia
It's a battle monumental

Drive of formation, alienation
Drive of formation, alienation
Drive of formation, alienation
Drive of formation, alienation

Architecture of amnesia
Paranormal anaesthesia
Architecture of amnesia
History lessons dissappear
Architecture of amnesia
Scare the people with hysteria
Architecture of amnesia
It's a battle monumental

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Gruffudd Maredudd Bowen Rhys