The Architect

Are there no fighters left here any more?
Are we the generation we've been waiting for?
Or are we patiently burning
Waiting to be saved?
Our heroes our icons
Have mellowed with age
Following rules
That they once disobeyed
Are now being led
When they used to lead the way

[Chorus:]
Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you up and on the front lines?
Or at home keeping score?
Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?
Would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

Laying out the blueprints
They pour down a base
Concrete solutions to slow our decay.
But when they are gone, who the fuck's gonna take their place?
Yeah, will it be the cynic
The critics galore
You say "how pathetic", passed out on the floor.
The trustee can visit
Who collectively ignored.

[Chorus]

Don't you remember when you were young
And you wanted to set the world on fire
Somewhere deep down, I know you do.
And don't you remember when we were young
How we wanted to set the world on fire?
Because I still am and I still do.
Make no mistake we are not afraid
To bear the burden of repeating
What they're thinking anyway.
Let's raise the stakes
On the bet we made.
Let's decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate!

Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before,
And now to everything we've seen here maybe even more.
And I know we're not the only ones we were not the first.
Unapologetically we'll stand behind these words.