The Architect - Medeia

The Architect Lyrics

The sheep are all alone like disciples
Waiting to be led into a shallow grave
United in tragedy
Their mouths gasp the pollutionInhaling the concept of a new tyrant
Masses fan her campaign into flames
Hell is not around the corner
It's already here
In meShe paints the cicatrice beige to conceal her wretched design
Flesh decides
Imparting closure to all
She paints the cicatrice beigeWords 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 speaksThe ArchitectInhaling the concept of a new tyrant
Masses fan her campaign into flames
Hell is not around the corner
It's already hereShe paints the cicatrice beige