The Architect: I can’t remember how long I kept running without purpose I can’t remember when It started to rain again
It all seems blurry now All my troubles, all my efforts Smudged anger, clearness stained And nothing is left to obtain
(I close my mind) It’s like to redefine forlorn (Heart’s beating strong) It raises all hatred and all scorn (I bare this cross) To be so left behind (Became surreal) How could these lies truncate life’s flow (I close my mind) I won’t become the things I hate (Heart’s beating strong) I won’t let my soul to deflorate (I bare this cross) To be confined (Became surreal) To the closure of the life I used to know
Feels like I ran for days Soaked with rain, with tears and sweat I just can’t comprehend What’s been done to me
So this is how it truly feels How they soften this rigid fate How reality became surreal And changed everything I used to be
(I close my mind) It’s like to redefine forlorn (Heart’s beating strong) It raises all hatred and all scorn (I bare this cross) To be so left behind (Became surreal) How could these lies truncate life’s flow (I close my mind) I won’t become the things I hate (Heart’s beating strong) I won’t let my soul to deflorate (I bare this cross) To be confined (Became surreal) To the closure of the life I used to know
Heart’s beating strong. Like a dozen hammers I try to close my mind to vices and vile thoughts If fate made me a monster, a monster I shall be Am I to bare this cross alone or to untie the life I knot?
Now I understand I was merely a pawn Woven in a web of lies And all the spiders have withdrawn
Just for a moment I wish I could bestow My wrath upon this world, a closure To the life you used to know
(I close my mind) It’s like to redefine forlorn (Heart’s beating strong) It raises all hatred and all scorn (I bare this cross) To be so left behind (Became surreal) How could these lies truncate life’s flow (I close my mind) I won’t become the things I hate (Heart’s beating strong) I won’t let my soul to deflorate (I bare this cross) To be confined (Became surreal) To the closure of the life I used to know
And underneath a crying sky When all emotions slowly die And in this modern exile I leave my hate a bigger room to grow (I don’t understand!) What is this flickering white light? What are those voices full with spite? And as I avert my eyes I bid farewell to the life I used to know