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The Architects
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Ornaments in silent darkness
The image of man now torn from its structure
The smell of need
The dwarfed soul of man
Attuned only to flesh
Suffering from frustration
Alien to our own spirits
We're naked even in death
The dawn is yet to come
To fill us with knowledge
Pulsating waves of color
Bleeding off into the black
A whisper of red screams through the night
The architects and the flesh
The image of man now torn from its structure
The smell of need
The dwarfed soul of man
Attuned only to flesh
Suffering from frustration
Alien to our own spirits
We're naked even in death
The dawn is yet to come
To fill us with knowledge
Pulsating waves of color
Bleeding off into the black
A whisper of red screams through the night
The architects and the flesh