What about the cause? What about the lives that have been lost? Can the architects hear the song of the dead? There were cracks from the beginning They used paper to cover them up Everybody always stares at the paper It all falls down Behind the illusion And the architects lie awake Trying to forget all their mistakes They had it all It's genetic The power runs in their blood So, blood must run for the power It's fixing right Right to pieces And the architects lie awake Trying to forget all their mistakes And the architects lie awake Trying to forget all of their mistakes What about the cause? What about the lives that have been lost? Can the architects hear the song of the dead? They sing: We stand outside the bedroom door We stand outside the bedroom door We stand outside the bedroom door No more rest, no more rest, no more rest, no more We stand outside the bedroom door We stand outside the bedroom door We stand outside the bedroom door No more rest, no more rest, no more rest, no more