The Architect - Strung Out

Father tell me, what am I to do

I watched everything I love forsaken you

Gun powder burns the temple, exit wound to paint the sky

Wash my sins in the river, this American Lie

Now it comes in waves of blue

Straight from the heart of you

I can see, I can feel, I can reason

I can exercise the demon

I am the architect of your design

I can bleed, I can pay for my treason

Time out of mind and season

Down from the mountains, we are ghosts of your design

Mother, love me like you used to do

It took a generation to kill the god in you

Black elevators carry you beyond the sky

Make me wonder where the chaos ends behind your eyes

Now you dream in ocean blues

In your churches empty pews

I can grow, I can turn with the season

I can die without a reason

I’m the apocalypse of your design

I can die in the peace I been living

I can live in the war you’ve given

My rage now crystalized in your design

I can see, I can feel, I can reason

I can exercise the demon

I am the architect of your design

I can bleed, I can pay for my treason

Time out of mind and season

Down from the mountains, we are ghosts of your design

Because I am