Architects

We are the misguided youth
They've backed us into a corner
All our lives we’ve been infected
They should have never had a chance
Because they’re forcing us
To believe
In a world that we shouldn’t trust
Delete, rewind and try to change this
State of mind
Give us something to believe in
Give us something to make our own
Give us something to believe in
Give us something to make our own
When will we stand up
And choose our paths
This is the end of the world
At least that’s what we’re told
This is the end of the world
Board up the windows
And lock your doors
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights