Father tell me, what am I to do
I watched everything I love forsaken you
Gun powder burns the temple, exit wound to paint the sky
Wash my sins in the river, this American Lie
Now it comes in waves of blue
Straight from the heart of you
I can see, I can feel, I can reason
I can exercise the demon
I am the architect of your design
I can bleed, I can pay for my treason
Time out of mind and season
Down from the mountains, we are ghosts of your design
Mother, love me like you used to do
It took a generation to kill the god in you
Black elevators carry you beyond the sky
Make me wonder where the chaos ends behind your eyes
Now you dream in ocean blues
In your churches empty pews
I can grow, I can turn with the season
I can die without a reason
I'm the apocalypse of your design
I can die in the peace I been living
I can live in the war you've given
My rage now crystalized in your design
I can see, I can feel, I can reason
I can exercise the demon
I am the architect of your design
I can bleed, I can pay for my treason
Time out of mind and season
Down from the mountains, we are ghosts of your design
Because I am