The Architects

Condemned ones void of any signs of life

Retribution of words to decide

Our hands with recklessness at our throats, now

Affording disregard of these vessels encountered

Take pity on the precious hope and what we construct

With vigorous intent,

We are the

Architects of suffering

Everything in a trail of desecration

Everything we have fought for thus far

Blueprint and design of our future, held in our hands

Still on a path of self destruction,

MARK OUR WORDS

There will be nothing left of this, fabricated shell

Dismantled brick by brick, consummate just one more fix

Another day withered away without justification

Falling apart anticipating to reconcile

Pacify and divert the bane of our existence

It seems the only way to abandon and deprive of reason

We can't spare ourselves the strain we bestow

Our bearing firm, self deprecation

Can we afford to defend our reality today

Everything with a path of degradation

Everything we have paid for thus far

We are the Architects of suffering

We are the Architects of criminal desire

We are the Architects of suffering

We are the Architects of such imperfection

We are the Architects of suffering

We are the Architects of such imperfection