(by David Johnson) I can't see those trees anymore I can't see that field I can't see if we care anymore But for material Orange and black they wear
I had torture myself with great torments of elder times but bitterness and fatality didn't come alone... The elements of utter horror beyond all the
paid south You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty With what was left of our fair city Call in the army corps of architects To flatten
with his photographs Keeps wishing for the things he cannot change Standing tall up here My face against the window Oooooo.... My face against the window Oooooo.... So the architects
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
We're here to destroy the world. You tried, we failed. It's just too easy now to do the right thing, And we need a challenge. We won't stop till we take
Fighting sleep (We can't expect an end) was never so hard (When every day's like this). It feels like I have been up (Hold on to what you know) for weeks
I'm finding hope in reason, now coming to the conclusion, that make-up can't make up for current lack of passion and heart. These words twist quickly
This mirror reflects more than you see. Your beliefs melt away as the day ends. Are you in or are you out? Goonies never say die. Its a showcase of,
I once heard that timing is everything. What if time isn't on your side? Clocking in and out are the chains that bind. It?s a stamp of normalcy. Throw
Being alive never meant so much. Your racing heartbeat tells you something, just stick around. It simply says just stick around. I thought you said
When do I ever leave my mark? These jilted moments that we have shared have lead to nothing. A pure act is what we all do. The big dance is where we
A scattered thought, for one hot moment it seemed real. The light in my eyes sparked. Acted on everything we swore we wouldn't. We acted on everything
home keeping score? Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate? (The bricks that seal your fate) Would you rather be the architect
the architect that knows my body best we... we all forget that we're the architects of the bodies we inhabit we... we all forget that we're the architects
bound, its them that get hurt, its them that get hurt, so much more than me, in the end. From all reports, you could assume, that you would be the architect
There's a young world standing strong in the tide with vision not blinding yet anger just one chance that we get in the rain although the blood on the
I can't see those trees anymore I can't see that field I can't see if we care anymore But for material Orange and black they wear Beneath hardhats they
