We are reborn from ashes We have chosen Clearly lost but turning round We are now bleeding Forsaken, words taken Our thoughts are freezing There is no sky above us , only what we smell Atticus will rise again from his hollow grave I am The architect Of what you see, Of what you feel Say your prayers what are you waiting for
No time for excuses Still in, we are near the end Forgotten We are near the end Forsaken The truth will keep you warm In the temple cause I am The Chosen Of what you see, Of what you feel Say your prayers what are you waiting for No time for excuses ‘’See the sun’’ sings inside you