The Builder And The Arsonist Lyrics - Singles - Aesthetics Versus Architecture

A meek man built his home out of dirt 

In view of the kings castle 

The king frowned upon the man and ordered it to be torn down 

Is a man the builder, or the arsonist? 

The lion, or the sheep? 

The king, or the peasant? 

The man's wife shivered as they heard a knock upon the door 

And opposite the door was a knight bearing the news from the king 

I have a wife and kids he said 

Where sir, will I live? 

Where sir? 

Where the fuck will I live? 

Do we have enough strength to stand on our own two feet? 

Or have we become too weak? 

The nation's thrones have gathered dust 

Leaders killed by followers 

All because, we didn't wanna be told what to do 

Fuck the man who thinks he is above me 

As a species, we are fucking disgusting 

Are you the lion, or the sheep? 

The king, or the peasant? 

"They bowed their heads to pray for massive strokes and heart attacks"* 

And holy golden rain 

We've been starving our artists 

And feeding our filth 

But it is our shopping mall hierarchy that is keeping us alive 

We're building homes just to burn them down 

Who's the better because of it 

We have nothing 

The man said, "I will not go away as a monster, but as a tragedy"** 

So, he set fire to the town 

And stormed the gates of the castle 

And holding the king by the hair he said, "You are no more than me, and I am no less than you" 

Then he cut and sat upon the throne 

We have nothing