ARCHITECTS lyrics - Lost Forever // Lost Together

Broken Cross

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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 God only knows why we were born to burn God only knows why we were born to burn 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 fucking love us He doesn't fucking love us Hate must weigh on you like a broken cross Hate; the dividing line we'll never step across Outcast and reject Outcast and reject Father, father, how I've let you down A fucking tyrant in a hollow crown Father, father, how I've let you down A fucking tyrant in a hollow crown 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 fucking love us He doesn't fucking love us He doesn't fucking love us

The Holland Handkerchief

Connie Dover
A wealthy squire lived in our town; he was a man of very high renown. He had a daughter, a beauty bright, and the name he called her was his Heart's Delight. And many is the young man to court her came, but none of them could her favor gain; till there came one of the low degree, and among them all she did fancy he. But when her father he came to know that his lovely daughter loved this young man so, over fifty miles he sent her away, all to deprive her of her wedding day. One night as she lay in her bedroom, her love appeared from out the gloom. He touched her hand and to her did say, “Arise my darling and come away.' With this young man she got on behind, and they rode swifter than any wind. They rode on for an hour or more, till he cried, “My darling, my head feels sore!' Her Holland handkerchief she then took out and with it wrapped his aching head about. She kissed his lips and to him did say, “My love you are colder than any clay.' When they arrived at her father's gate he cried, “Get down love the hour is late! Get down get down love and go to bed. I'll se this noble horse is groomed and fed.' When she arrived in her father's hall, “Who's there, who's there?' her own father called. “It is I dear father you sent for me; My love was the messenger was sent by thee.' “Oh no my daughter that ne'er can be. Your words are false and you lie to me; for on yon far mountain your true love died, and in yon green graveyard his body lies.' The truth had dawned upon this maiden brave, and with her friends she exposed the grave; where lay her love although nine months dead with the Holland handkerchief around his head.

Callout

ATTILA "About That Life"
Hey kids, give me all your fucking money. Got a hundred Macbooks and I swear I'm not a druggie. I'm on that real shit, now it's time to get pissed. If you get offended, fuck you, suck my dick. These bitches say they got love for their fans But they're fake and lie it's all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a God damn fool if you trust a disguise. Even Ronnie Radke talks shit on my Instagram, Give me your address so I can hit you with a mic stand, Send me a letter about the guys that you blew, And that faggot you butt-fucked his name is Christofer Drew. How can you talk down on your biggest fan, Your career is on it's way to the garbage can. I'm a multi-tasking badass and you're a disgrace. Watch me laughing my ass off while I'm pissing in your face. Uh. the ladies love me 'cause I always fuck 'em good, Flip 'em over do the tongue trick and treat 'em with the big dick. My name is always in the headlines stirring up your kids' minds. Check it. If you hate gay people you should get your ass beat. You're a close minded faggot bitch kiss my feet. I don't live for tomorrow and fuck for today, I tried to pray to God but I'm too busy getting paid. These bitches say they got love for their fans But they're fake and lie it's all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a God damn fool if you trust a disguise. These bitches say they got love for their fans But they're fake and lie it's all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And everybody is fucking gay. Now that everybody knows, here we go, let the haters unfold. Start a motherfucking riot bitch you love it and you can't even deny it. Fuck the world! Everyone sucks dick. Bitch I never give a fuck about your problems read a book and fucking solve 'em Cry a motherfuckin' river full of lies and get attention it's a pity party Eat my shit! And I'll pretend to give a fuck about it. Hey Westboro baptist. Fuck you too, come and protest this dick. Faggots.

Song Cry

ANGEL HAZE "Classick"
I painting a picture full of poetry And hope that you would notice the crack Showed you a clearer me and hope that you would mirror me back And hopes that I could travel the road full of pros And take that shit as far as it goes That I could feel the hand of time Give me a pat on the back That I could mean everything I often say in my raps But see love is sorta different in a way that it hurts But I will push through all the pain and show the weight of your work And they say that the hottest artists sets us apart But the fear you wold within is what determines a start I will never ever end it all you claim that you want And in the end you found you really never playing your part It was love at least that's what I figure it was But it does, some shits that you'd never think that it does Like make you rip and tell her everything a part of yourself And show you things you probably never even thought of yourself You made me hate like every single part of myself That was ugly all I wanted was just really unatractive baby You were my whole earth and I was barely on your axis Maybe if I was a different person you would be affected maybe I just thought me breaking inside of myself And it's really not a place on earth to hide from myself It's hard to find the truth but you barely be lying yourself And have a face full of pride that's not inside of yourself So I vow to never let my love outside of myself It's just a message in the bottle and that bottle's myself And somehow I still follow things I wish I could say Like even when I love God's never with us or away Now I find myself alone because the bottom of my soul Is just a whole bunch of non sense a whole bunch of conscious A whole bunch of old shit a whole bunch of problems A whole bunch of substance a hole full of drama And when every single hole that's been punctured The bottom of my soul becomes a whole fucking dumb song For the time I made mistakes and wasting away I knew things was just a failed attempt to take your place And I know this is just a way of letting you go But I be lying on this beat if I ain't letting you know You probably never know how it fucking feels when I cry But here's to every fucking tear in the shield of my eye Hurt to see behind the smoke once it clears in subside And every feeling that's inside becomes a feeling you hide Becomes a part of your past becomes a feeling denied Becomes a strenght that it's fail becomes a tear that you cry Becomes a part of your soul becomes the heart of yourself That you never once touched by any fucking one else But I'm really just at war with myself And this is just a fucking place in which I'm pouring myself So I can't seem 'em walking down my eyes But you also can't feel the way I drown inside Can't see the massive amount the weight I hold The type of shame I know the type of pain I hold Keep it all inside this very picture frame I wrote

Don't Ever Fucking Question That

ATMOSPHERE "Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs"
Don't ever fucking question that (6x) Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights, to place you dangerously close to that sun, enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore and recognize the cause of what's done is done, more than enough to put my name behind my ideals, and neglect my logic twice daily. enough to keep me looking for my lucy in the sky with gems, when I remember how you used to call me baby, enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of why you wept, enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth of the ocean i swam till i ran out of breath. I love you, don't ever fucking question that, that's why we'll probably never get along. if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write these mother fucking songs. I love you, I love you (faded) never, don't ever fucking question that, don't ever fucking question that. riding the public transit, I study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord, and I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord. single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time but when i faced her- I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine, I awoke from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me to submission and I still walk with my religion. I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror, worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer. hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin, gassing' me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within, for every eclipse that stares at me from the other side of a paper cup of espresso- I light a match beneath a kettle, and for ever set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program to seek success, i bleed my ethics out a slow drip. I used to know a man who met a woman, dont remember where, big beautiful eyes and light brown hair, she was from the burbs, he was from the south side of the city, this was back when Franklin avenue was still pretty. two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town- we all know how people like to get down. here we go, aquarius, pisces, feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul. bush shoved the cane without the glove numbed the pain. the magic from up above what it does for the brain, make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin made a virgo named him sean. make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin made a virgo named him sean. make the love, paint the picture and write that song till the break of dawn. I love you- don't ever fucking question that, that's why we'll probably never get along. if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write these mother-fucking songs.(2X) I love you (make the love, paint the picture, and write that song [in faded background]). I love you.. I love you..

Fuckin' Problems

ASAP ROCKY "Long.Live.A$ap"
[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and Rocky] I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem If finding somebody real is your fucking problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Hold up bitches simmer down Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya Huh, ASAP get like me Never met a motherfucker fresh like me All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keef Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure? Getting figures and fucking bitches, she rollin' swishers Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her lick it They say money make a nigga act nigga-rish But at least a nigga nigga rich I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys, beast [Hook] [Verse 2: Drake] I know you love it when this beat is on Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word? Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on? You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along Then ju... (Okay, I got it) Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin' Yes Lord, I don't really say this often But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talking, I beast [Hook] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Yeah hoe this the finale My pep talk turn into a pep rally Say she's from the hood but she live inside the valley now Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali (umm) Got your girl on my line, world on my line The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want this dick Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar Aka Benz is to me just a car That mean your friends need to be up to a par See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (uhh) Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say Halle Berry, hallelujah Holla back I'll do ya, beast [Hook]

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