Architects Broken Cross

God only knows why we were born to burn. If God is my witness, he ll see that all is not well. Christ, what a sight for sore eyes. Looking down on us, all the children that you despise. A bullet in the neck doesn t feel much like love. A message of rejection sent from above. No flags, no holy books. I ll be in hell with the misunderstood. The sons and daughters that you wished to forget. A desperate picture of god s regret. Are we perfect mistakes Or almighty fuck ups One thing s for sure, he doesn t fuck