Lyrics

The Architect picks up a stranded rock With a grand gesture he swipes away the dust On a barren face appears a seed of life An afterthought, the musing of a night It began from the sea The puddle starts to breathe Light appeared in the deeps Blooming buds left the reef In the dirt they achieved Countless discoveries Tribes, nations, colonies And the spread of cities Governments, rebellions Waging wars, dominion Sacrifice, religion The money and the greed Climate change and disease Hurricanes, tsunamis From above you can hear A piercing screech Suddenly, it falls into the sea In disbelief we scream out at the skies It's a desolate world around me And I can't seem to find the light I can't seem to find my mind This time All those people have gathered beside me They can't tell the left from right They can't seem to fan the fire Inside When the world is crumbling down You blame The Architect When the world is crumbling down I blame the residents This world is crumbling down This world is crumbling down The Architect is looking down on us In a woken dream, he's blind to all the buzz Disconnected, his mind begins to slip His grip loosens, the rock begins to drift Away Suddenly, it falls into the sea In disbelief we scream out at the skies It's a desolate world around me And I can't seem to find the light I can't seem to find my mind This time All those people have gathered beside me They can't tell the left from right They can't seem to fan the fire Inside When the world is crumbling down You blame The Architect When the world is crumbling down I blame the residents This world is crumbling down This world is crumbling down Sleep, sleep Outer One Never to wake Hear, the flute and drums They keep us sane Sleep, sleep Outer One Never to wake Behold, the world will know The Architect It's a desolate world around me And I can't seem to find the light It's a desolate world around me And I can't seem to find the light I can't seem to find my mind This time All those people have gathered beside me They can't tell the left from right They can't seem to fan the fire Inside
Writer(s): Jean-bernard Battista Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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