Architects Gravedigger ( Live Birmingham 13, 3, 14)

An iron fist in a velvet glove Another vulture posing as a dove Do you have no shame Look at what you ve become You are the reason we are bitter and then some Bitter and then some They sing of saviours, we sing of sorrow. But we re still holding on, for dear life. You sold us all down the river I hope you choke on the vows that you failed to deliver You said you d change the world, but death still flies east The blind lead the blind, so we bomb for peace Gravedigger, there s blood on your hands You bu