I'm a smog city architect
I'm not sure where I'm going next
My arms are tired and my eyes are red
Smog city architect
Printer paper does the rest
When my hands are tied behind my back
It's just a way to believe yourself
When you know it's coming
Your breath turns black
Smog city sits at the top of the world
At the depths of hell in your cratered heights
Smog city makes your breath turn black
But it makes more sense when you love the fights
Smog city architect
I'm not sure where I'm going next
My mind is tired and my face is red
Smog city to serve and protect
Paradise prison is at it's heights
At the top of the world on the crescendo pride
Escape the fate
And fleet the light
And sand the world for it's real burnt side
Smog city is the problem
In the preordered mountains of Fuji Lin
Printing credit
And sentiment predator
And sent late crash for the letter contours
Smog city architect
I'm not sure where I'm going next
My arms are tired and my eyes are red
Smog city architect
Architect
Architect
I'm a smog city architect
I'm not sure where I'm going next
My arms are tired and my eyes are red
Smog city architect
Smog city architect
I'm not sure where I'm going next
My mind is tired and my eyes are red
Smog city architect
Smog city architect
I'm not sure where I'm going next
My arms are tired and my eyes are red
Smog city architect
Smog city architect
I'm not sure where I'm going next
I think it's time to get some rest
Smog city to serve and protect
To serve and protect
Smog city to serve and protect