Condemned ones void of any signs of life   Retribution of words to decide   Our hands with recklessness at our throats   Now...      Affording disregard of these vessels encountered   Take pity on the precious hope and what we construct   With vigorous intent      We are the architects of suffering   Everything in a trail of desecration   Everything we have fought for thus far      Blueprint and design of our future, held in our hands   Still on a path of self-destruction      Mark our words...   There will be nothing left of this fabricated shell   Dismantled brick by brick   Consummate just one more fix      Another day withered away without justification   Falling apart anticipating to reconcile   Pacify and divert the bane of our existence      It seems the only way to abandon and deprive of reason   We can't spare ourselves the strain we bestow   Our bearing firm, self deprecation   Can we afford to defend our reality today?      Everything with a path of degradation   Everything we have paid for thus far      We are the architects of suffering   We are the architects of criminal desire   We are the architects of suffering   We are the architects of such imperfection   We are the architects of suffering   We are the architects of such imperfection