Obscure Architects

I will see the sun because I've been blind. Feet already hurt. I will walk behind the last house cat that Obscure architects have yet to Design. My room smell of memories That faint honor's cry. Horror's cry inside my room. As they smell it, why? Evaporated tears that live without. Evaporated tears that live without saying goodbye. Evaporated Tears that live without saying goodbye. I Will shut your mouth And have the right To transpose the lines. I will reach the sun and scratch again. Nothing worth seeing, Worth seeing nothing. Hiding In the breeze where it is proud. No one worth persuading. I will shut your mouth and have The right To transpose the lines. Clear your head mind, Views that are of mine, They transpose your kind