Аrchitеcts - Вrоken Сrоss | Текст песни

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God only knows why we were born to burn.

If God is my witness, he'll see that all is not well.
Christ, what a sight for sore eyes.
Looking down on us, all the children that you despise.

God only knows why we were born to burn.
God only knows why we were born to burn.

A bullet in the neck doesn't feel much like love.
A message of rejection sent from above.
No flags, no holy books.
I'll be in hell with the misunderstood.

The sons and daughters that you wished to forget.
A desperate picture of god's regret.
Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups?
One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us.

Hate must weigh on you like a broken cross.
Hate; the dividing line we'll never step across.

Outcast and reject.

Father, father, how I've let you down.
A fucking tyrant in a hollow crown.

The sons and daughters that you wished to forget.
A desperate picture of god's regret.
Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups?
One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us.

He doesn't fucking love us.
He doesn't fucking love us.

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