The Architect

Sick, cold, blood, Filling my lungs, Sold call dead into my heart stain, breathe right inside my brain Kids die young seeking for the truth, Hold on, bury me with faith, I'll breathe all into my grave. I walk through the fire, things have been brighter all along I walk through the fire, things have been brighter all along. All I've learned is lost in the grave, All I've learned is lost in the grave. I walk through the fire, things have been brighter all along I walk through the fire, things have been brighter all along. I walk through the fire, things have been brighter all along I walk through the fire, things have been brighter all along.