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Track: Brain Dead
Artist: Architects
Album: The Sky, The Earth & All Between

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Name: Architects
Spotify Genres: metalcore, djent, metal, mathcore, post-hardcore, deathcore
Followers: 1,164,629
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Metalcore band from Brighton-and-Hove (East Sussex, United Kingdom) formed 2004. [u]Current Line-up:[/u] Dan Searle: Drums (2004–present) Sam Carter: Vocals (2007–present) Alex "Ali Dino" Dean: Bass Guitar (2006–2011, 2011–present) Adam Christianson: Rhythm Guitar (2015–present; touring 2012, 2014–2015) [u]Former/Past Members:[/u] Matt Johnson: Vocals (2004–2006) Tim Lucas: Bass Guitar (2004–2006) Tim Hillier-Brook: Rhythm Guitar (2004–2012) Tom Searle: Lead Guitar, Keyboards (2004–2016; died: August 20, 2016) Josh Middleton: Lead Guitar (2017-2023)

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Release: Architects (2) - The Sky, The Earth & All Between
Year: 2025
Genres: Rock
Styles: Metalcore

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LYRICS

Brain dead
I've been finding bliss in the apocalypse
Guess I'll be vomiting till I get my fix
Fuck all this, I oughta call it quits
Doctor, doctor, this is so traumatic

You'll never be an astronaut
You'll never lay your hands on the treasure
You're nothing but an afterthought
The sooner you get it, the better

Higher than a kite, yeah, I'm lighter than a feather
Stay away, stay away, stay the fuck away
Wired every night, then I steal it from another day
There's been a robbery
Tired of the fight, but I'm hyper from the terror
Stay away, stay away, no apologies
Bury those heads and we can all be brain dead

We can nail ourselves on to a crucifix
We'll all go on and go, 'cause we're hypocrites
Ain't it bliss living in ego trips
Jesus Christ, I must be symptomatic

There's nobody that can't be bought
Can anybody handle the pressure?
Like living on a life support
But worried to death 'bout the weather

Higher than a kite, yeah, I'm lighter than a feather
Stay away, stay away, stay the fuck away
Wired every night, then I steal it from another day
There's been a robbery
Tired of the fight, but I'm hyper from the terror
Stay away, stay away, no more prophecies
Bury those heads and we can all be brain dead

(Hey) We are the sons of daughters
Drowning ourselves under the shallow waters
Taking the lambs to slaughter
We won't be happy till we're drawn and quartered
No, no, an error in the source code
No, no, and now we're dancing to the death throes
Blegh, an error in the source code (Hey)
Ah, yeah, an error in the source code