The Architect Lyrics - Singles - Medeia

The sheep are all alone like disciples 

Waiting to be led into a shallow grave 

United in tragedy 

Their mouths gasp the pollution 

Inhaling the concept of a new tyrant 

Masses fan her campaign into flames 

Hell is not around the corner 

It's already here 

In me 

She paints the cicatrice beige to conceal her wretched design 

Flesh decides 

Imparting closure to all 

She paints the cicatrice beige 

Words won't fail as her elusive speech 

Reaches yet another pair of dead ears 

Sentences bear no relevance but the mortal eyes 

Witness a sight too exquisite to watch 

As she speaks 

The Architect 

Inhaling the concept of a new tyrant 

Masses fan her campaign into flames 

Hell is not around the corner 

It's already here 

She paints the cicatrice beige