The Architect Songtext
von 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