Lyrics:
you will be blinded by fame
enter my selection, show me desolation
and will hear your shame, and so you die
And so it all begins, my death connection
Trauma sets inMesmerised by the abyss I created
Swallowed hole by the darkness that lives within me
Architect of my spiritual undoing
Lover to misery
This is architect music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunnel
Terrorize speed
That's when
the pleasure, devouring to survive.
Anointed by the devil to terminate those meant to die.
Architects of detritus, devising common filth to contaminate
neglected
As long it is not you who bleed
The architect for the situation
The so called good one...
Succumb to my greatness
Realise my eminence
Inferior
reeks of emptiness
This invoked chaos caused thy architect to move,
Divine omnipotence created me,
The highest wisdom, and the primal hate
Defiance
to a movement?
Then be torn away by the architect’s ambivalence
Behind those rose tinted shades in front of cold, wool eyelids
Along came dawn, I didn’t catch
not hip with the syntax
Been back, need dough for the six pack
Gotta heal like a dog when the wrist snap
Hang by the side of the goal
Because I pass
hear me complain
Cause I have you by my side
If tomorrow rains
You won't hear me complain
Cause I have you by my side
I'm just punching time with nothing
a-see goin' out in less than zero, oh no
Now here come the crooks
Paradin' by storm with the luegers and oar
We conquer ground as usual
Lo empire
for its more elusive aspects
Being drawn along by it
Carried under, carried away
By its long-term membership
By the time the ice-huts hit
callin´
What have i to lose?
Truckin´ by the railway station
I´m on the road again
Steerin´ clear of all temptation
Unto the point
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
the needle to the red
Black and white
Who knows who's right
No substitute you're born you're dead
Fly by night
Created out of fantasy
Our destinations
the needle to the red
Black and white
Who knows who's right
No substitute you're born you're dead
Fly by night
Created out of fantasy
Our destinations
the needle to the red
Black and white
Who knows who's right
No substitute you're born you're dead
Fly by night
Created out of fantasy
Our destinations
a gang of street masons (uh)
Scribe check make connects
True pyramid architects (yeah)
Replace the last name with the X (X)
The man's got a God complex
wither to their knees devoured by the architect his
Blueprints spell constriction
He merely drew the increments your father built the vice I abdicate
shally
Slow down this ain't a race car rally
Bit by bit
Inch by inch
Cool your heels
We're hangin' fire
That's the way
That's the way
That's our
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied
While little hands make vain
the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind
In France I dance by the moon
Sailin' from
But me and my a-see goin' out in less than zero, oh no
Now here come the crooks
Paradin' by storm with the luegers and oar
We conquer ground as usual
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
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