Tekst:
Abandon In Reality We Suffer

Dark are the days ahead a thousand destinies made one and nothing If this is it let the apocalypse begin So alike so alone we suffer

how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind

paid for thus far We are the architects of suffering We are the architects of criminal desire We are the architects of suffering We are the architects