Besedila: Awake! Awake!. Of Architects And Entropy.

I can't see those trees anymore
I can't see that field
I can't see if we care anymore
But for material

Orange and black they wear
Beneath hardhats they stare
As metal gleams with sunlit glare
And ground breaks
Landscape laid bare
Foundation rises, we breathe the burning air
We're not satisfied but will fortune truly take us there

Let it break down
Let us build for more than the dollars where we'll drown

Failure finds me where
No one sees, do I dare
Let my flaws find the morning air
And let you shine on all my secrets

Days drenched in disrepair
Can't rewind, must relearn where
To run when the weight I bear
Draws me in to this despair

Let it break down
Let the scalpel tear the skin, I trust it now
I trust you now

Let me break
Everyday, everyday
Let me break

Let it break down
Let the scalpel tear the skin, I trust it now
I trust you now