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is still rising
I leave it all behind me
IT'S ALL BEHIND ME
I should have known, surrounded by illusions
The hate I feel is growing while I become

It’s been three thousand years,
And you still never know.
More than a thousand seasons,
No one’s looking for.

I’m the architect of my own dreams,

Architect of the kosmos
Under my ethereal hands
Lies the meaning
Of time and space

Illusions
From the subconscious
Born in the need
To fit a vague existence

Sit down by the fireplace and we can do whatever baby
I been waiting for the day, that you to come to me (Come to me)
Why don't you just take off you

reggieee
What the fuck is that shit?
(Nigga what the fuck is that shit?)

Verse
I got wookie by the ounce, kosher by the P
Roll em both up in a swisher, take

Father 
 
By the will of our leaders
We suffer and bleed
For the glory of the Empire
We burn in fire. 
 
What do we stand for, 
Surrounded by traitors?

and tales so vast,
In the mirrors of time, we're cast.
With every step, the dice we've thrown,
Into the unknown, we've grown.

Bound by chains of ancient

collide.
We’re not just flesh and bone, aimlessly blown by fate,
But architects of eternity, at the divine workshop’s gate.

[Hook: The Inner Light]

to have always been the architect 
Of our affectionate expedition
Assembling our idiosyncrasies into a solid coalition
Side by side, stride by stride
I hope

driven by lies
are we the architects of our own demise

adrift  a stranger to this pathetic life
suffocating under the remnants of the tyranny of our time

the tunnel you can lose your mind

Lunatic asylum by the river bend
There is a shovel in the tool shed
A well-worn handle and a blunted end
A clump of mud

culture
Trying to get the chip
While I'm the one to coach ya
Stick em up
Don't be a victem to the murder
Live by the gun
Then you die by one
Bitch niggas

more
All of his life saw the world passing by his door

Take the bins out to start the week
Stock the fridge up, change my sheets
One hour of TV
I ain't

This exile sanctifies my sentence
Longing for a respite
I lie awake

On that freezing day my walk
Was stopped by an helmsman
His arrival at the shore

metamorphosis, in the ordinary, something strange.
The sky transformed into a palette of hues,
A kaleidoscope of hope, a spectacle to peruse.

Embraced by

Kick out the door
Seven Bitches in here know
Seven Figures what I need on the low
Architects getting pressed by my vision
They don't know what I seen

with twisted fate
A masochistic grim debate
For every step a thousand more
My soul a ruin, a frestic soil
Haunted by my own demise
Shadows of my past

It's October and it's okay
It's October, no sight of the sun yet,
But by early morning light 'tis all a'fog laden
No sight of the church spire
But in

Don't be afraid
Every man is the architect of his own fortune
Yeah
Leather jacket that I spent in cash
I still tell all my bitches don't get attached

a duplicate ...

To legit.. who got me entertaining this foolishness..

True to grit .. Im solely responsible for this who  be using it

It's sketched by

We live under the bridge in this city
Windows and yellow lights make it pretty
Some of us live check by check
Some go out to rob, some live by debt

Smoked a lot then found myself opening portals
Walked into a world playing games amongst mortals
But a time travelling mystic live by reversal order

challenge, leaving footprints on the ground
With compassion as their compass, and ambition as their guide
They strive for something greater, with purpose by

architects
Craft the tune precision in their creed

Bound by the machine in its algorithmic maze
We're marching to the tempo of the cybernetic haze