Paroles de The arsonist and the architect

Assembled in a mass grouped inside
Pigeon holes constructed by a sketch a factory of evasion the worms crawl to
The wine like salt
To a slug they wither to their knees devoured by the architect his
Blueprints spell constriction
He merely drew the increments your father built the vice i abdicate the
Architect i don't believe
You drew the plans a carpenter without nails a son without a father your
Children fall on ashes
Cling to a blistered dreams broken by the blueprint whatever you create i'll
Be sure to burn