What about the cause?
What about the lives that have been lost?
Can the architects hear the song of the dead?
There were cracks from the beginning
They used paper to cover them up
Everybody always stares at the paper
It all falls down
Behind the illusion
And the architects lie awake
Trying to forget all their mistakes
They had it all
It's genetic
The power runs in their blood
So, blood must run for the power
It's fixing right
Right to pieces
And the architects lie awake
Trying to forget all their mistakes
And the architects lie awake
Trying to forget all of their mistakes
What about the cause?
What about the lives that have been lost?
Can the architects hear the song of the dead?
They sing:
We stand outside the bedroom door
We stand outside the bedroom door
We stand outside the bedroom door
No more rest, no more rest, no more rest, no more
We stand outside the bedroom door
We stand outside the bedroom door
We stand outside the bedroom door
No more rest, no more rest, no more rest, no more
