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I took a train downtown
Broken among the broke
Smelling of last night smoke
One among grains of sand
In an upturned hourglass
I watched them roll

Delusional and unconscious Mankind is standing at the brink
Face down and broken, the age ends with us on our knees

We call out for a savior
But...

When you're broken into pieces
And crashed to the ground
You ask why to Heaven
But the answer you only decode by yourself 

Deep in your mind there

you
Everything grows towards the sun
Now you do too

Barren chest and broken-hearted
You are still standing without fear
For we know our path

you
Everything grows towards the sun
Now you do too

Barren chest and broken-hearted
You are still standing without fear
For we know our path

anger and no sin in their faces
Like phantoms, they are reaching out for me with an invisible hand, setting me on the broken throne
Like a web,

to die
But now I ask why the Architect put in my life
My family, beauty, and friends I would die for
And when, I'm broken, I know I'm better than before

Creation of archaic worlds
Thy broken flesh
Fashion the mud

Behold the architect
Of the fane, Thy sulfur bedlam
Conjuration monolithic
Earth

Sever again
I'll cut every goddamn extremity
Trimming every aspect
I've become the architect
Of my uneven reality

All mutilated
Diminished version

These smiles hang like great art
Plasters over a broken jaw
No tree can grow to heaven
Unless its roots reach down to hell
But these glass bones

heavier stacked as they turn
Saving Grace
Disgrace
All before the final act

Feel the pain, the rage, The Architect's wrath

Broken souls will captivate

creation
Our own saviours
We are architects
Oh carving the shape of our own existence
And we're not done yet
We're not done yet
We're not
We're not done yet

Floating along my path
Dreams just out of my grasp
Wondering all along
Why I often stumble and fall
The world has broken my will
When I began so

Stop that drama, President Obama
RZA, you get trapped in six
Up, you better grab your crucifix
It's the remix
Digitech, back inside your set

Mind design

Overcome iniquity

This world is my design

Herniate forever
In a broken world
Self inflicted knowledge
Will become my guide

This world is my design
This

Pillage

Cappadonna

The Pillage

1998

Floatin' through the Village  trapped in design to shine 
Pillage  war between the thug and the con 
As for the father reborn  castle in the mind 
Mind

Damage Addict

The Damage Manual

One

2000

wheels of bone and stain
Misdirected epileptic hangman's game

Broken, eternal, nerveless damage

Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
Switch

the face, a higher level of hate.
Chaos by design, burnt into your eyes.
Stare it in the face, a higher level of hate.

Beta tested districts are slowly

You'll Get Your Piece
You'll Take The Down One By One

Walk

Symmetry
Your Infrastrucure Is Planned
Time To Cut Designs
Every Threads In Place This Time

Beware of Us

Xzibit

Weapons of Mass Destruction

2004

These niggas'll load up the heat, they don't throw 'em
Hooks stay floatin' in my mind, I design 'em like
Architects workin online, I'm on the incline

reeks of emptiness
This invoked chaos caused thy architect to move,
Divine omnipotence created me,
The highest wisdom, and the primal hate
Defiance

unfinished it’s by design
If we are the people they made us to be
Why are there pieces underneath?
The broken heart, the unrequited life
The darkness that can

these dark skies
But no one hears my silent scream
Lost in this broken dream
I'm a stranger in my own skin
Yearning for a place to begin
I'm alone, a lone

another way
Said to us in words that linger
Words that swear we'll make it through the day

Let die our spoiled architect boroughs
Let die our