Architects -

You wanna work?

You wanna work really, really, really hard?

You know what?

You’ll succeed.

The world will you give you the opportunity to

work really, really, really, really hard

I’ve been alone when I’ve been surrounded by people

I’ve felt odd when I’ve been around all my equals

I’ve felt hate when I’ve loved, I’ve fell, grazed and got up

Don’t matter where I’m caught, they want a judge

Fuck good behaviour while they keep cutting me off mid sentence

This kid’s venting, I’ll reveal more than ripped denim

I don’t abide by time 'cause time is manmade

I don’t intend to fail, so I’m sticking with the Plan A

It took me a while to realise that I’m in control of my life

Been holding myself back and I kept my fucking soul in a vice

Paid my dues, they sold me advice

No refunds when I figured out that what they told me was lies

I’ve starved for breath and I’m not a martyr yet

Plus I can’t pick a religion, so what comes after death?

They tried to tear down what I’ve crafted, yes

So it finally hit me, I’m the fucking architect

Hey, are you feeling old?

Do you feel like you ain’t got no hold

Are you losing control?

Well let me tell you, let me, let me tell you

Ayy, the architects

We are the architects now

Ayy, the architects

Of our own future, yeah

I’ve been admired by those who said that they hate me

And I’ve been fired by those who said that they’d pay me

I’ve felt rage when I’m buzzed, I’ve felt great when on drugs

Don’t matter where I bought 'em, ain’t tell a judge!

(shh!)

Would’ve risked my freedom for retaliation (yeah!)

Signed a contract and felt like I’d married Satan (damn)

I’ve carried burdens, tried acting perfect

But I don’t think the distraction’s working

Adding pain when I’m trying to subtract the hurting

Got told to sit down, I’m wrong for standing up for my rights

So fuck my life, how can I shine when they’re trying to cut the lights?

Apologised to those who did me wrong

But I take it back, it is on, someone feel free to hit the gong

We’re marked for death but we ain’t departed yet (nah)

Plus you ain’t too picky to listen, so blah blah blah blah yes (I love that bit!

They tried to tear down what we crafted, yes

So it finally hit me, we’re the fucking architects

Hey, are you feeling old?

Do you feel like you ain’t got no hold

Are you losing control?

Well let me tell you, let me, let me tell you

Ayy, the architects

We are the architects now

Ayy, the architects

Of our own future, yeah

I wonder if I have got time

I can feel it with my eyes, I can see it through the blind

Always losing what I find, so I’m trying to live my life

'cause we’re all gonna die

Some say I should give it a rest

To be honest, I’m torn between giving up and giving it my best

But when I think of those who gave up prematurely

On their dream it bores me and makes me wanna reach for more, see

If the author don’t finish the book then no-one can read the story

But every chapter’s the same in mine, need some varnish on this frame of mind

The stars make me feel like mine ain’t alligned

Wish all of my discs had support and they became a spine

Am I kidding myself by listening to the kid in myself?

Am I the architect or the product that’s destined to sit on the shelf?

I guess one day we’ll all find out

For now, I’ll let the chorus satisfy all my doubts like

Hey, are you feeling old?

Do you feel like you ain’t got no hold

Are you losing control?

Well let me tell you, let me, let me tell you

Ayy, the architects

We are the architects now

Ayy, the architects

Of our own future, yeah