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Architects

I can't see those trees anymore I can't see that field I can't see if we care anymore But for material Orange and black they wear Beneath hardhats they

Pick yourself up, stop loving, start living Don't get held back, that's where they want you to be. I never paid much attention to them. Every time they

Burn everything you have And leave it all behind Lose all your inhibitions I'll take the mess you made And make it beautiful Oh if time only stood still

paid south You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty With what was left of our fair city Callin' the army corps of architects To

It's run down The back of my head The back of my mind About a hundred thousand times And I can't Seem to shake it Seem to shake it Addiction's tying me

You've done this to yourself or so, so it seems You left behind everything All your friends and all your family Does it not feel slightly daunting How

We are the misguided youth. They backed us into a corner. All our lives we've been infected, They should have never of had a chance. Because they're

to believe That mankind's blind and trying to see The architects have left us many signs But the answers lie in death Fate, predestination, manifest, manipulate The architects

with his photographs Who's wishing for the things he cannot change Standing tall up here My face against the window My face against the window So the architects