Architects Of Faith Songtext

busy making plans, washing dirty hands
slam the closet door on your game of "I want more"
when you finally die, will you look him in the eye
are you satisfied with what you are, what you came to be

mother mary save your children
from the wheels of the architects of faith
holy father, house of horrors
save us all from the architects of faith

Brother you hide what you know you are, but you can't hide the scars
Smile and deny what you've come to be, but you can't erase me...