Architects - Broken Cross

God only knows why we were born to burn

If God is my witness, he'll see that all is not well
Christ, what a sight for sore eyes
Looking down on us, all the children that you despise

God only knows why we were born to burn
God only knows why we were born to burn

A bullet in the neck doesn't feel much like love
A message of rejection sent from above
No flags, no holy books
I'll be in hell with the misunderstood

The sons and daughters that you wished to forget
A desperate picture of god's regret
Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups?
One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

He doesn't fucking love us

Hate must weigh on you like a broken cross
Hate; the dividing line we'll never step across

Outcast and reject
Outcast and reject

Father, father, how I've let you down
A fucking tyrant in a hollow crown
Father, father, how I've let you down
A fucking tyrant in a hollow crown

The sons and daughters that you wished to forget
A desperate picture of god's regret
Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups?
One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

He doesn't fucking love us
He doesn't fucking love us

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Architects - The Devil Is Near

They live this day and night
This is sacrifice, no fucking compromise
They have the heart to resist
Whilst the hunters hunt, they will persist

This is where tragedy is bought and sold
It seems their pain is worth it's weight in gold
You know they're here when the water is red
Our fading life support is hanging by a thread

A message etched on broken ships

They live this day and night
This is sacrifice, no fucking compromise
They have the heart to resist
Whilst the hunters hunt, they will persist

You can hear them cry, they're calling out
For the mother lost, she's bleeding out

Their innocence is heaven sent
This malevolence, it will not relent
A graveyard sits upon the shore
They won't swim together anymore

The tide will rush with waves of fear
Selling souls, the devil is near

A message etched on broken ships
We'll be here till corruption quits
There is a voice, though they cannot speak
Not yet ready to admit defeat.

You can hear them cry, they're calling out
For the mother lost, she's bleeding out

This is where tragedy is bought and sold
It seems their pain is worth it's weight in gold