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