The architect, the creator
I’ll build my way out of your demise
These dreams are my castles,
Not the walls you built up around me

Oh when I look at my watch and I know
Time is gold
It can’t be pawned and it can’t be sold
Now you’re running out of time,
Better relapse and rewind
Crucify your addiction so you can cross this line
Nothing can save you from the fate that awaits you
fame>demise - woe, is me