Broken Cross - Architects

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

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.