Текст песни The Architect

The sheep are all alone, like disciples

Waiting to be led into a shallow grave

United in tragedy

Their mouths gasp the pollution

Inhaling the concept of a new tyrant

Masses fan her campaign into flames

Hell is not around the corner

It's already here in me

She paints the cicatrice beige

To conceal her wretched design

Flesh decides

Imparting closure to all

She paints
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The cicatrice beige

Words won't fail as her elusive speech

Reaches yet another pair of deaf ears

Sentences bear no relevance

But the mortal eyes witness a sight

Too exquisite to watch as she speaks

The Architect

Inhaling the concept of a new tyrant

Masses fan her campaign into flames

Hell is not around the corner

It's already here

She paints

The cicatrice beige