Searching the Architect

Are we so lost in the static, so deep in the narrative we see each other no more? Like thousands of empty shells and shadows we are repeating our patterns This world is a warring wasteland Where we are tearing our home apart From this desolation we either rise or fall To reach the long lost silence after the storm We can choose to be drown in the great unknown or be reborn Controlled, restricted to boundlessly follow In our hearts we bear only burden and sorrow Controlled, addicted to drowsily swallow To numb the pain not to dream for tomorrow Hungry ghosts are seeking relief from the aftermath to ceace the pain Drowning under the waves of grievance Deep calls unto the deep Hear my requiem for humanity And wake us from the slumber In this place the only exit from this maze is to bury the inherited shapes and archaic remnants to pass by this haze In the deepest turmoil On the verge of the collapse We will finally see the chaos in us Together side by side unraveled Waiting the winds to come We are called forth not by this worlds decay but by its salvation It is our burden, it is our destiny to sing our true song These melodies witness our passion and guard our memories The structure of your design is so futile All the elements in complete harmony Yet discordant and amorphously founded All the elements in complete harmony Drowning under the waves of grievance Deep calls unto the deep Hear my requiem for humanity And wake us from the slumber