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