[Verse 1: Angel Haze]
This is vocal detection,
Front line open intellection,
Outlinin' all his imperfections,
This is his fuckin' confession.
Right now you cause that what,
Screamin' you want it and more,
Sit down, ambassador reference,
Right now your voice is a weapon.
Wake up to stars in the sky,
Watch light revolve with your mind,
Watch all the storms risin'
And put all your palms in the sky.
No more falling to pressure,
No more failing acceptance,
Throw all your hells towards the heavens,
‘Cause your voice is a weapon.
[Chorus: Bastille]
And your voice is a weapon,
And we'll do with it what we can.
And your voice is a weapon,
And we'll do with it what we can.
I'll fall into your arms again,
I'll fall into your arms again,
I'll fall into your arms again,
I'll fall into your arms.
[Verse 2: Angel Haze]
We dance with the devils
And make your halos the color of sinner's portraits,
And smotherin' it means everything's lovely again,
Nothing's quite as it seems.
Society's all a disease,
Kill all your fear in your sleep
‘Cause everything's formed in a dream,
Breathe in insanity's grip,
Words from insanity's lips,
Fallin' from sanity's cliff,
Watchin' your vanity slip.
No more falling to pressure,
No more failing acceptance,
Throw all your hells towards the heavens,
‘Cause your voice is a weapon.
[Chorus: Bastille]
And your voice is a weapon,
And we'll do with it what we can.
And your voice is a weapon,
And we'll do with it what we can.
I'll fall into your arms again,
I'll fall into your arms again,
I'll fall into your arms again,
I'll fall into your arms.
[Angel Haze & Bastille:]
Pressure that deepen the cut
When will the evil erupt?
Volcanic fever is lost,
That shit will even it out.
Pressure is feedin' the dust,
Vengeance is me speakin' up.
This is me speakin' up.
And your voice is a weapon,
This is vocal confession,
And we're shooting you down, down, down.
And your voice is a weapon,
This is vocal confession,
And we're shooting you down, down, down.
[Chorus: Bastille]
And your voice is a weapon,
And we'll do with it what we can.
And your voice is a weapon,
And we'll do with it what we can.
I'll fall into your arms again,
I'll fall into your arms again,
I'll fall into your arms again,
I'll fall into your arms.
[F*U*G*Z & Braque:]
Choose your voice and etch that on your soul,
Make them heard when crowds drown out your cold,
Leave behind your questions, silent thoughts, and mentions
The wake has so never fall to.
Your voice is a weapon,
So do with it what you can.
Your voice is a weapon,
So do with it what you can.
Leave behind your questions, silent thoughts, and mentions,
Your voice is a weapon,
So do with it what you can.